MainNovelChapter 471 The bag slung over Allison's shoulder was a global limited edition-only Black Gold members could even dream of owning it. It wasn't something you'd ever find on their website. For most people, spotting this bag in real life was like seeing a unicorn.
The woman across from her gave her a look dripping with disdain, her voice razor sharp. "Don't act so above it all. My boyfriend's offering you three grand just lethave that dress." Allison smirked. "I already told you. I'm not giving it up." She turned to the sales associate, her voice calm. "Could you please wrap this up for me?" "Of course, miss." The associate quickly took down the dress and started to wrap it, all professional smiles. The couple's faces darkened.
Allison handed over her card and paid, ignoring the woman's ongoing sneers.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Fake-bag girl, you know that dress costs over fifty grand, right? Seriously, just lethave it. Go hand order a knockoff online. I mean, a fake purse with a fake dress-sounds like your style, doesn't it?" Trayson, the boyfriend, had thought Allison was cute-at first. But when she shot him down and made him look foolish in front of everyone, his attitude flipped. And once he heard the rumor that Allison's bag was a knockoff, he jumped right in with the snark.
"Look at you. No money, all fake bravado. Dragging that phony purse around and trying to compete with us? You really think you belong here?" "Exactly," the woman chimed in, "Even if you buy the real dress, everyone will just assit's fake. People know what you can actually afford. Bleed yourself dry for one dress and what, you think people will suddenly respect you? Please. They'll just laugh behind your back about how desperate you are." Their words got uglier and uglier-so much so, even the sales associate was starting to look uncomfortable. But business was business. The couple were clearly loaded, and even if they didn't get the dress, maybe they'd buy something else. So, the associate kept her tone gentle, trying to diffuse the situation with a polite smile. "Maybe you'd like to look at sof our other collections?" Just then, Allison's phone buzzed. Olivia had messaged: Allie, I'm here at the store. Weren't you coming to pick up your bag? Where are you? Allison typed back quickly: Shopping for clothes. Be right there.
Olivia: Okay, I'm in the lounge waiting for you.
With Olivia already there, Allison had zero interest in wasting another second on the toxic couple. She took the carefully wrapped dress from the associate and headed for the door.
Seeing her walk away, Trayson's face twisted in anger. The Webb family was a big deal in Spring Falls, and he was used to being fawned over-not ignored.
He stormed after her. "Quit acting like you're skind of saint," sneered. "So, how much do Swet met to get you into bed?" Allison stopped dead in her tracks.
She turned, and without a word, slapped him. Hard.
The crack echoed in the store. A red handprint bloomed on Trayson's cheek, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He stood there, stunned.
Allison's eyes were ice cold as she stared him down. "Watch your m mouth, she said, every word sharp and clear. Lottie, the girlfriend, froze mid-step, completely thrown by what just happened.
Trayson snapped out of his daze, his face twisted with rage He spat but a ve curse and funged at Allison.
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