Jennie? Hearing the name of the big boss, the sales associate froze.


    Could this girl actually know the owner? But she looked like a middle schooler. How could she possibly know a world-renowned designer like Jennie?


    While the associate hesitated, a sharine voice floated in from the entrance.


    "Don''t bother. Even if you find it, she can''t afford it.”


    If seven hundred scared her off, how could she possibly afford twenty-eight hundred? She was just a fraud.


    "Ms. Sherwin, it''s been too long!"


    The associate immediately pushed past J, her face beaming as she greeted Ynda.


    "We have many new arrivals that would look perfect on you. Shall I show you?”


    "Of course," Ynda said, clutching her hundred-thousand-dor handbag. She deliberately strutted over to Juniper and looked her up and down.


    Dressed like a beggar. Her old man was clearly a cheapskate, not even willing to buy her a decent outfit.


    "Oh, my dear sister, long time no see," Ynda purred, flicking her hair back to show off a dazzling diamond ne.


    “It has been a while,” Juniper replied, her hands in her pockets, her cold eyes sweeping over Ynda. "I''m surprised you weren''t beaten to death at the dance studiost time."


    "You"


    The mention of the studio wiped the smile from Ynda''s face. The humiliation and pain of that day were still fresh in her mind.


    "Don''t think I don''t know you arranged all of that!" she hissed, ring at Juniper with pure hatred.


    "That''s right." Juniper took a step closer and blinked innocently. "I did it on purpose. What about it?"


    Ynda flinched back, having learned from past encounters not to confront her directly.


    Pathetic. Juniper sneered and turned her gaze back to the sales associate. "Find every piece of clothing in the store in her size,” shemanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.


    "What?" The associate''s brow furrowed.


    "If she wants them, go get them," Ynda chimed in with a smirk. "This is the famous Master Lunar, after all. I''m sure she can afford it."


    The associate frowned. The girl really didn''t look like she had the money. But Ynda was a major client, so she reluctantly went to gather the clothes.


    "J, go try them on," Juniper said, pulling Saskia down to sit on the sofa and crossing her long legs.


    J hesitated. It was too expensive.


    "Go!" Juniper''s sharp tone left no room for refusal.


    "Okay."


    Terrified of this version of Juniper, J obediently took the pile of clothes and scurried into the fitting room.


    Saskia wanted to tell Juniper not to act on impulse, but one look at the girl''s icy expression and the words died in her throat. Sometimes she felt like Jumper was the adult and she was the timid one.


    Ynda watched her calm demeanor, her disgust growing. "Keep pretending," she


    thought. “Let''s see how long you can keep it up.”


    "Bring me that haute couture trench


    coat, the one that costs over a


    million Ynda announced,


    crossing her arms and unting her


    manicured nails. Over a millor


    Juniper must be dying of envy.


    “Juniper...” Saskia fretted. There were dozens of outfits. If they damaged any of


    them, they could never afford to pay for them.


    "Have a piece of candy," Juniper


    said, handing one to Saskia before opening her backpack. She


    obediently took a sip of water, then pulled out her phone and found Jennie''s contact she typed a quick message: [You wanted to see me? I''m free now.] Content bétongs


    She then sent her location.


    Jennie, seeing the notification from her mentor, shot up from her chair, her fingers trembling as she replied: [Yes! I''m on my way! Please wait for me.]


    She was also in Era City. This was the perfect chance to show her mentor hertest designs. She was sure to be praised.


    A giddy smile spread across her face.