Chloe could clearly hear the disdain and sarcasm in those words. She slightly furrowed her brows and looked up at the salesperson who spoke, her gaze quickly scanning the nametag on her chest—store manager.
Amelia, standing nearby, suddenly bent over with laughter, her face full of schadenfreude. "Chloe, next time you wanna buy something, you gotta ask the price first before considering whether to buy it or not. Don't just copy others and buy whatever you fancy."
As she spoke, she turned to the store manager and chuckled, "Look at her. Does she look like someone who can afford that much?"
The store manager eyed Chloe up and down with her sharp eyes, and then decisively said:
"Sorry, Miss Chloe, we won't sell this to you."
She had analyzed the situation thoroughly. There was no need to offend the future mistress of the Olson Group and her friends for some infamous poor girl.
A cold glint flashed in Chloe's eyes.
"So... You're saying you won't sell it to me, but you'll sell it to her?"
"Yes."
Chloe sneered and patiently said, "I came here first, and I saw it first."
The store manager's eyes flashed with impatience, "But you haven't paid yet!"
Chloe glanced at the three people across from her, who were laughing at her misfortune, and said, "But they haven't paid yet either. Why are you selling it to them?"
The store manager took a deep breath, her face clearly showing impatience.
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