<b>Chapter </b><b>33 </b>


    Two very different voices spoke at the same time.


    Vrie turned around and saw a tall woman not far behind her. The woman, Jacqueline Rainford, had fair skin and wavy hair, and wore a red strap dress. Jacqueline’s hand was pointing at the suit Vrie had her


    eye on.


    Noticing Vrie’s gaze, Jacqueline smiled and said, “Miss, I n to buy this suit as a gift for my boyfriend. We’re meeting soon. Could you let me have it?”


    Vrie really liked the suit and didn’t want to give it up, but Jacqueline’s polite request made her hesitate.


    The sales associate next to her spoke up. “Ms. Weir, this suit is the only one in our store. As a VIP customer, you have priority purchasing rights.”


    Upon hearing this, Jacqueline’s expression immediately turned sour. There was just one suit–she must


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    “What do you mean by this? Are you showing favoritism?”


    Despite Jacqueline’s aggressive tone, the sales associate remained calm, maintaining a professional smile. “Miss, our VIP customers do have priority purchasing rights. Perhaps you could take a look at our other suits. We have many other excellent options-”


    Before she could finish, Jacqueline cut her off, “All the other suits in your store are too low–ss. I wouldn’t even use them as rags. This is the only one worth my time. How can I be a VIP customer?”


    “If you purchase suits from our store more than 12 times in a year, you can be a VIP customer.”


    Jacqueline scowled. “Are you deliberately making things difficult for me?”


    “Not at all. If you don’t believe me, you can check the conditions for bing a VIP at our store.”


    Jacqueline snorted. “Wait, I’m going to make a call. I must get this suit today.”


    She dialed a number and, with a coquettish tone, said, Tom, I found a suit that I want to buy for your birthday, but they’re making it difficult for me because I’m not a VIP.”


    The person on the other end probably asked for the location. Jacqueline provided the address and hung up, then looked at the sales associate with a haughty expression.


    “Wait, my boyfriend will be here soon.”


    Seeing Jacqueline’s arrogant demeanor, Vrie couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Why were there always people who thought they were superior to others?


    Initially, she had considered letting Jacqueline have the suit, but now she had changed her mind. Turning to the sales associate, Vrie smiled. “Please pack up the suit for me and charge my card.”


    She handed her card to the sales associate, who took it and was about to retrieve the suit when Jacqueline blocked her way.


    “My boyfriend will be here soon. I won’t let anyone touch this suit before he arrives.”


    Vrie had never encountered such an audacious person before. Raising an eyebrow, she said, “There’s a firste, first served rule for everything. Do you expect us to waste our time waiting here with you? Please move aside.”


    Jacqueline red at her with disdain. “Do you know who my boyfriend is? He’s Tom Genge, the CEO of Gen Pharma. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll let me have this suit. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you regret it.”


    As soon as Jacqueline finished speaking, N snapped her head to look at Vrie. If she remembered correctly, Vrie worked at Gen Pharma–and her boyfriend was Tom, the CEO.


    As expected, Vrie’s face turned pale, and she trembled slightly. Biting her lip, she said slowly and clearly, “Fine, I’d <i>like </i>to see how you n to make me regret it.”