Estelle Lockwood and Vivian Lowell entered a women’s clothing boutique. The moment a sales associate saw Estelle’s attire and bearing, she knew she was a major client and hurriedly called the store manager down.
The store manager hovered around Estelle, smiling. "Miss, we have many clothes in the store that would suit your figure and temperament. What style do you prefer? I’ll have someone get you some coffee, and you can take your time browsing."
The sight stung Vivian Lowell’s eyes.
’These sales clerks are so blind!’ she thought. ’Fawning over Yara and completely ignoring me!’
A small smile played on Estelle Lockwood’s lips as she said nonchalantly, "I’m not buying clothes. She is. Why don’t you show her around?"
Only then did the store manager turn to look at Vivian Lowell.
Although Vivian’s aura was a far cry from her companion’s, they appeared to be friends, so the manager didn’t dare to be neglectful. He personally led Vivian on a tour of the store.
In recent years, the Lowell Family had prospered thanks to Rose Lowell, so Vivian was accustomed to only the best in food and clothing. She naturally looked down on ordinary clothes. Besides, her goal was to make Yara Lockwood bleed money, so she grabbed every single dress that caught her eye.
Estelle glanced at the price tags. Each dress was around two hundred thousand yuan. Vivian had grabbed a dozen or so. ’She’s certainly got guts,’ Estelle thought.
Vivian’s hint was anything but subtle. "Yara, I think these are all pretty nice. What do you say?"
Cradling her coffee, Estelle gave the dresses a sidelong glance. "Mm, they are nice. If you like them, have them wrapped up."
’Noelle was right,’ Vivian sneered inwardly. ’Yara is a complete idiot, so easy to manipulate.’
With that thought, Vivian Lowell showed no restraint, waving a hand grandly. "Wrap all of them up for me!"
The store manager was beaming. He personally instructed his staff to pack the items, then respectfully presented the card machine to Vivian Lowell.
Vivian looked directly at Estelle Lockwood, her meaning obvious: pay for it.
However, Estelle just kept sipping her coffee, not even sparing her a glance.
The scene became awkward. The store manager cleared his throat and prompted, "Miss, the total is 3.15 million. If you could please swipe your card."
Vivian whirled around in anger, urging impatiently, "Yara, what are you waiting for? Pay!"
’How dare Yara not offer to pay immediately and make me lose face? I’ll teach this bitch a lesson later!’
Estelle had been waiting for this moment. Resting her chin on her hand, she feigned confusion and asked in surprise:
"Hm? I didn’t buy anything. Why should I be the one to pay?"
The store fell silent. Vivian felt as if she’d been struck by lightning and shrieked, "Of course you’re paying! Why would you even come to a mall if you don’t have money!"
Estelle set down her coffee, her expression puzzled. "You were the one who said you wanted to look at clothes, so I came along. I’m not buying anything. Vivian, don’t tell me you don’t have the money?"
At these words, the store manager’s face instantly soured, and his gaze toward Vivian Lowell filled with displeasure.
’She didn’t even look at the prices when she was picking out dresses, and now she says she has no money? Does she think I have nothing better to do than play house with this young miss?!’
Vivian Lowell’s face flushed red. "I don’t care! You’re my friend, and you said you were getting me a gift! You have to pay for me!"
Then, she spun and roared at the store manager, acting completely justified. "This woman said she was buying me something and told me to pick whatever I wanted! That’s why I’m here! Go get the money from her!"
For a moment, the store manager was unsure of what to do.
Estelle Lockwood’s eyes glinted. "Vivian Lowell, I thought of you as a friend. What do you see me as? A walking ATM? I said I’d get you a welcome gift, but I never said it would be a gift worth over three million."
"Besides, we only became ’friends’ today. Who asks someone they just met to spend three million on them? I don’t think you ever considered me a friend. In that case, let’s just forget it."
Estelle made a move to leave, and Vivian nearly choked.
She didn’t have time to process the deeper meaning of Estelle’s words. All she knew was that her ATM was walking away. Furious and flustered, she slammed the coffee cup off the table, pointed at Estelle’s face, and lunged forward, roaring like a shrew:
"I lowered myself to be friends with a shady bitch like you, and what is this? You dare to look down on me? I told you to pay, and you refuse?! Huh?! Who the hell do you think you are!"


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