Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 534

Chapter 534 

“I’ll take it, wrap it up,” Yvette said. She didn’t feel like arguing further, tossing her black card toward Sharon with a casual yet commanding demeanor. 

Sharon was stunned, staring incredulously at the black card. 

She looked like an overly beautiful but ordinary young woman. How could she possibly have a black card? Could it be fake? 

Skeptically, Sharon took the black card and swiped it on the card reader. With a beep, it displayed a successful transaction. 

The golden horse sculpture was worth a staggering nine million dollars! 

Sharon instantly changed her attitude and smiled sycophantically at Yvette. “Alright, miss, I’ll wrap it up for you right away!” 

“Wait!” 

At that moment, a middle–aged woman rushed in, her voice sharp as she shouted, “Ms. Olson had her eyes on this sculpture yesterday first! You’re not allowed to wrap it up for her!” 

“Uh…” Sharon hesitated. She recognized the woman as someone who had followed that lady. 

yesterday. 

The lady from yesterday was dressed in understated luxury, wearing high–end brands that clearly indicated she was the daughter of a prominent family–not someone a lowly sales assistant could afford to offend. 

On the other hand, this young woman in front of her, though she had a black card, who knew how she got it? 

Soon, Sharon’s judgment tipped in favor of the newcomer. 

“Ms. Olson had her eyes on this sculpture yesterday; she simply couldn’t purchase it because she had something else to attend to!” Tracy Lynch, the middle–aged woman, said. 

She scrutinized Yvette, raising her chin and speaking arrogantly, “Quickly refund her. Ms. Olson wants this golden horse sculpture!” 

“Okay, I’ll refund her right-” 

“Did I agree?” Yvette interrupted coldly. 

She showed no expression, but her quiet gaze made Sharon feel a chill run down her spine, leaving her too afraid to utter another word. 

Even Tracy was stunned by Yvette’s imposing air, but she quickly became disgruntled and started shouting, “Are you deaf? I’ve made it very clear! Ms. Olson had her eyes on this golden 

horse sculpture yesterday! Do you understand what first come, first served mean 

“Did you make a reservation yesterday? If you had made a reservation, this souligere wollen still be on display today,” Yvette said coldly, her gaze sweeping over them with an air of authority. “Since you didn’t reserve it, you have no right to stop others from purchasby, &* 

Tracy clearly didn’t expect Yvette to be so sharp tongued. She was left speedless and toning, with rage. 

“Even if we didn’t reserve it, so what? Today, we’re claiming this golden horse sadgural to you know who Ms. Olson is? Do you dare to snatch something from her?” 

Yvette raised an eyebrow, her tone casual but with an extreme audacity. “I’m going to snad it from you today. What are you going to do about it?”