When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 2002

That was the moment Eloise sensed something was off. She stared at Cecilia and Charlotte, then turned to the salesperson and asked, “What did you just call her?”

The payment had already been made. The salesperson turned to Eloise and answered, “This is Ms. Smith, the head of our entire mall. Ms. Escobar, you didn't know?”

Charlotte nearly burst out laughing, but managed to hold it in. She looked at Cecilia and said, “Boss, I never imagined I'd stumble upon such a generous client just by checking out the market. We must be incredibly lucky.”

“Exactly. We really owe Ms. Escobar for being such a major patron. Thank you, Ms. Escobar.” Cecilia then turned to the salesperson. “Make sure she gets a VIP card. A generous customer like her will definitely be back. Isn't that right, Ms. Escobar?”

Eloise stood frozen, completely stunned. She never guessed that Cecilia actually owned the entire mall. She had fallen right into Cecilia's trap!

Taking a deep breath, Eloise clenched her fists. “I want to return everything. I don't want these clothes anymore.”

“I'm sorry, but we only accept returns for quality issues,” the salesperson replied calmly. “It's all in the terms you signed earlier.”

That was when Eloise remembered that this brand had a strict no-return policy. She had no choice but to swallow the bitter truth.

“Cecilia, you're ruthless,” she muttered and stormed off, heels clicking furiously on the floor.

Her original goal had been to humiliate Cecilia. Instead, everything had backfired.

As she walked away, Charlotte finally allowed herself a smile. “Boss, you're seriously something else. I was about to explode, but you turned the whole situation around.”

Cecilia hadn't expected Eloise to be so easily provoked. “Let's go eat. My treat.”

Before, if she overspent, they might scold her a little, but they never talked about sending her away.

Rebecca turned sharply toward her son. “Look at this. This is the kind of wife you married. Clothes worth millions. In all my life, I've never even owned one piece that expensive.”

Tristian clenched his fists so tightly that the bones creaked. His eyes, cold and furious, fixed on Eloise. “You'll pay for this yourself.”

Eloise looked stunned. “But where would I get that kind of money?”

She was never the business-minded one. Her husband handled everything financial, while she only had a simple job with a modest salary.

“You knew you were broke, and you still had the nerve to burn through my money for clothes?” he shouted. “If you're out of money, go ask your father. I'm not footing the bill.”