Serena’s laugh was laced with fury. "Do you all have any idea? My spending alone is a hundred—maybe even a thousand times—what your average customer shells out."
"Yes, we have considered this. Please leave as soon as possible," came the unwavering reply.
The sales associates neatly arranged her thirty-some shopping bags at the entrance, a silent signal that her patronage was no longer desired.
Fuming and humiliated, Serena snapped, "Fetch your manager! Is this how a top-tier brand treats its VIP clients?"
"I’m sorry, but you’ve been blacklisted by our store. And yes, this comes straight from the manager," the salesperson said.
"What did you say?" Serena’s face turned a shade of thunder.
"This way, please," the sales team said in unison, bowing slightly with a gesture that suggested she exit the premises.
Enraged beyond belief, Serena could barely contain herself. "It seems your brand doesn’t value its VIPs. Fine! I’ll take my complaint to your superiors and see if they also turn away from good business!"
"Even a complaint to our headquarters won’t change a thing. Please, leave."
With that, Serena stormed out, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.
Once she was gone, the manager turned to Guti. "You too—get out!"
"Manager! If you don’t stop your blabbering and upset Mrs. Griffith further, we’ll all suffer the consequences! Now go!"
Tears in her eyes, Guti cast a longing look towards the second floor, wishing Mrs. Griffith would show mercy.
She had no idea the plainly dressed girl downstairs was Mrs. Griffith’s own niece.
If she had known, she wouldn’t have dared to cross her—not for all the money in the world.
As Guti left in tears, the manager sternly warned the rest, "Keep your eyes open from now on. Don’t cross someone without knowing who they are! If this happens again, the fallout will be much worse!"
"Yes, Manager," they chorused.
The manager, having scolded staff, hurried upstairs to find Eunice and explain.
"My apologies for disturbing your shopping, ladies. The ignorant lady from before has been escorted out. She’s on our blacklist and will never set foot here again. Also, the sales associate—Guti—who offended Miss Rose has been dismissed. The two dresses that caught your eye, please consider them a gift from our store. I hope you and the young miss can forgive the unpleasantness caused by those uncouth individuals."
Eunice, still browsing the racks, asked languidly without glancing up, "Does the Griffith family need these two dresses?"
"Of course not, ma’am. The whole world knows of your family’s wealth. The dresses are a token of our sincerest apologies for the discomfort you’ve experienced in our establishment. As the manager, the guilt weighs heavily on me."
"It seems our discomfort isn’t a grave concern in your eyes."
The manager, taken aback and troubled by the implication, hastily offered, "Furthermore, from now on, when you or the young miss shop here, you will receive an additional 20% discount on top of the membership price!"
It was practically selling at cost.
They had no choice. Offending someone of such stature had already cost them dearly.
"What was she wearing?" Eunice asked casually, picking out a particularly stylish dress from the display. "What did she look like?"


"That’s great. Why don’t you try them on? I bet they’ll look even better on you," Eunice beamed, before turning to the store manager. "Remember, if your brand does well, don’t forget my niece’s part in it."
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