The Girl They Ignored Returned as the Woman Seven Men Would Die For novel Chapter 126

"Certainly, ma'am. Let me show you to our VIP treatment rooms."

The receptionist smiled warmly and gestured toward the hallway.

Damaris was just about to stand up when a wealthy woman walked out of the corridor, having just finished her session.

Damaris glanced over instinctively, and the sight left her utterly paralyzed.

The woman looked to be in her early forties, yet her skin was as tight and radiant as a thirty-year-old's, practically glowing from years of meticulous, expensive upkeep.

She wore a minimalist cream-colored silk dress. It had no flashy embellishments, but the way the fabric caught the light with a pearl-like sheen made it obvious it was a high-end designer piece.

The flawless diamond tennis bracelet on her wrist sparkled blindingly, slipping down her slender arm as she adjusted her bag.

"...Next time, make sure Mandy is the one doing my treatment. I prefer her technique."

"Of course, Mrs. Remington. We've updated your preferences."

The woman's hair was perfectly pinned up, with a few meticulously styled loose strands framing her face, making her neck look as long and elegant as a swan's.

Carrying a limited-edition luxury handbag, she approached the front desk and asked casually,

"What's my account balance?"

"Mrs. Remington, you currently have twenty thousand dollars left on your membership."

The woman smiled faintly and pulled a sleek black card from her purse. "Add another hundred and fifty thousand. Credit the commission to Mandy. I believe it's her birthday at the end of the month."

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Remington!"

The receptionist took the card with profound reverence and immediately began typing on the computer.

The store manager, who had been quietly reading a magazine nearby, instantly dropped it and hurried over to chat affectionately with Mrs. Remington.

The warmth and eagerness in her voice made it sound like they were long-lost sisters.

This subtle, desperate fawning was entirely different from the polite, sterile courtesy they had shown Mika and Damaris.

Once the transaction was complete, Eleanor walked toward the exit, her nude stiletto heels clicking against the marble floor in a crisp, rhythmic cadence.

Two staff members trailed closely behind her. One carried the spa's exclusive VIP gift bags, while the other eagerly pushed the glass doors open.

Sunlight poured in from the street, casting a golden, untouchable halo around her.

Through the glass windows, Damaris watched a luxury black sedan idling by the curb.

A chauffeur respectfully stepped out, holding an umbrella to shield Eleanor from the sun as he opened the car door for her.

Damaris's fingers curled tightly at her sides.

Standing there, she felt like a wild duck that had accidentally wandered into a flock of swans.

Deep down, she fiercely believed that Eleanor wasn't even as naturally pretty as she was.

But despite that, an overwhelming, uncontrollable wave of profound inferiority completely consumed her.