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Chapter 79

    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The man in the floral shirt, ignoring Evelyn’s sour expression, Immediately spoke up. “Babe, let’s just buy this one. Look, she hasn’t even worn it. If we go to the boutique, we’re gonna get ripped off.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">It was clear Evelyn didn’te here to actually buy anything. She had just dragged this guy along to stir up trouble for me. Unfortunately for her, she had picked a man who wasn’t very bright and ended up sabotaging her n.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Teri, catching on quickly, added fuel to the fire, “He’s right, you know? Branded items like these lose value the second they leave the boutique. Anyone buying directly from a boutique is a fool.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“But what can you do? Ari’s admirers tend to enjoy spending money on this kind of stuff. It’s not that she doesn’t like these pieces anymore. She just wants to sell them and get something truly high–end.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She shot Evelyn a look. “Ms. Snow, why don’t you skip these and just go for the real good stuff?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Evelyn, already stewing, asked, “What good stuff?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Teri smirked. “Take him to an auction. There are pieces worth millions, even tens of millions of dors. The question is whether you’ve got the means for it.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Evelyn’s anger was so palpable, it seemed to distort her nose job.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She patted the floral–shirted man’s arm, her voice quivering with tears. “You said you’d buy me something. but now you’re settling for this cheap crap? Do you even love me?”</font></font>Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Even heroes were weak when beauty cried. Evelyn might not have been a natural beauty, but with a little cosmetic surgery and skillful makeup, she was a solid seven or eight. Her man clearly had a thing for her looks.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Alright, alright! I’ll buy it! But Evy, since we’re here, let’s just pick something she hasn’t worn yet. I’ll get it for you.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Evelyn red at me, holding back her anger. She could sense something was off, but she couldn’t quite figure out what.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I casually started putting away two nes. “I actually quite like these. I think I’ll keep them.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Evelyn immediately stopped me. “What? You had them out on disy! How can you just decide not to sell them?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I looked at her, “Well, are you buying them? If not, I’ll just take them back. After all, they’re quite expensive at the boutique.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Of course, we’re buying!” The man quickly grabbed the nes from me before I could put them away.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Evelyn, furious, snapped, “Buy what? Who would want her junk?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Teri, never one to miss a chance to throw shade, snarled, “If you can’t afford it, then don’t waste our time pretending.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Evelyn, seething, shot back, “Who says I can’t afford it? just don’t want to buy your trash!”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She tugged on the floral–shirted man’s arm. “Let’s go. Take me to the boutique.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">By now, the man had caught on. He knew that going to the boutique would mean spending a lot more money.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Here, he could get away with tens of thousands of dors. But in a boutique, the salespeople would swarm him, and he wouldn’t be able to leave without dropping at least ten times that amount.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He remained seated and sighed. “Babe, it’s the same thing. Why don’t you just pick something here, and I’ll pay? If you don’t choose now, I’ll really have to go.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Evelyn was taken aback to see that the guy she brought along was actually backing out. After a long pause, she spat out, “Fine! How much for that one?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She pointed to the pearl ne I was holding.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">*Chanel, long strand. Over 50 thousand dors at the boutique. I’ll let it go for 20 thousand dors.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Evelyn gasped. “What do you mean 50 thousand? You just said 15 thousand earlier!”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I gave her a slow, amused smile. “It’s 20 thousand dors. This one’s a limited edition. I can put it on consignment if I want, can’t 17”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Evelyn’s face turned red with fury. “You’re raising the price on purpose!”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I ignored her and turned to the appraiser. “This one, this one, and that one, put them up for consignment. For the rest, give me a bulk price.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The appraiser, eager to put an end to this scene, punched numbers into his calctor, the br loudly</font></font>
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