Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 216

She had no idea how this country bumpkin managed to cozy up to Sabrina, but it didn't matter. She was dead set on making sure the bumpkin left empty-handed.

Just as the sales associate reached for Yvonne's card, Sabrina cut in sharply, "Why are you taking her card? Swipe mine. We walked in first, we claimed it first, so you sell it to us first."

The sales associate realized Sabrina had a point and retracted her hand from Yvonne, reaching for Sabrina's card instead.

"Hold it right there," Yvonne snapped. "Sabrina, are you seriously going to cross me over her?"

"Oh, so you do know who I am. And you still have the nerve to steal from me?"

Sabrina had actually recognized Yvonne the moment she walked in. They moved in the same elite circles and had crossed paths at countless galas and corporate events.

But Sabrina despised seeing Yvonne try to bully Stella over a dress, so she had deliberately acted like she had no idea who she was.

"Sabrina, drop the act. Where's your little gold-digger boyfriend today? Oh, I forgot—rumor has it your boyfriend and your bestie stabbed you in the back. That must sting, huh?"

The sales associate, caught in the crossfire, quietly backed away and shrank behind the counter to safely enjoy the incoming drama.

Anyone shopping in this boutique was incredibly wealthy. A minimum-wage employee like her couldn't afford to offend either side. It was best to let the titans clash before stepping back in.

Furious, Sabrina slapped Yvonne hard across the face. "None of your damn business! Didn't you brush your teeth this morning? Your mouth is filthy!"

Pouring salt on her wounds? She was asking for it!

She couldn't understand how this nobody had such ridiculous luck. First she manipulated Sylvie Jennings, and now she had Sabrina Sherwood wrapped around her finger.

Judging by what just happened, the Sherwood heiress was literally ready to foot the bill for her. What kind of absurd luck was that?

Rhoda was an illegitimate child; she had to constantly grovel and suck up to these heiresses just to be acknowledged.

But regardless of her illegitimate status, she was still miles above this hillbilly!

Why did she have to bust her back to please these girls, while this bumpkin had them effortlessly defending her?

Stella shot her a look of pure disgust. "So what if I'm a bumpkin? Did I eat your food or spend your money? Even as a bumpkin, I'm leagues ahead of you. Sabrina actually wants to buy me this dress. You spend your whole life desperately kissing up to these rich girls, and have they ever spent a dime on you?"