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Chapter 1313
Eunice gracefully fished her phone out of her purse and dialed Gordon with a languid air of casual indifference.
"Put the word out, if anyone on Style Plaza dares to sell anything to a person in a pink CNL suit, sporting a white beret and brown,
wavy locks, they can kiss their spot in this zip code goodbye."
The store manager's eyes widened in alarm, frantically signaling the sales associates downstairs with a flurry of gestures to shut
the shop immediately! The last thing they needed was another clueless customer inciting Eunice’s ire.
After finishing her call and having her selected outfits brought to her, Eunice descended the staircase with an air of unrivaled
elegance. She had the kind of presence that always turned heads, dressed to the nines in a way that only a lady of her stature and
wealth could pull off.
A sales associate led the way, clearing a path for her.
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Approaching Arabella, Eunice smiled warmly. "Bella, these are the pieces | picked out for you. Do you like them?"
The manager, eager to please, pushed the chosen outfits toward Arabella and said respectfully, “Miss, everything's here. Your aunt
really spoils you, picking out so many lovely items in one go."
Arabella hadn't expected her aunt's taste to be so impeccable. Every garment was exactly to her liking and had a unique flair. Her
lips curled up in delight. "They're all gorgeous. | love them"
“That's great. Why don't you try them on? | 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."
After all, her darling niece was like a walking billboard, offering free promotion wherever she went.
"Of course, we'll never forget Miss Bella's contribution” the manager replied with a deferential smile.
Just then, sales associate Lucy approached, carrying several shopping bags. "Ma'am, these are the items Miss Bella chase, all paid
for. She said they're a gift for you: Eunice was touched that her beloved niece had spent tdownstairs picking out clothes for
her. Her smile grew even more radiant.
"I'll try them on as well.” Her eyes softened with affection as she looked at Arabella.
The surrounding sales staff were stunned. They had never seen the usually commanding and aristocratic lady show such
tenderness.
Meanwhile.
Serena had called Martin's guys to load her thirty-sshopping bags into the car. After recomposing herself, she resumed her
shopping spree, planning to settle scores with Arabella later!
But when she reached the entrance of a top-tier designer boutique, the sales associate was about to close the door.
“Why are you closing now?” Serena asked, perplexed, as she stepped forward, eager to browse.
The boutique was known for its luxury handbags, and there was a new model released that day she had her eye on for ages. If she
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"Apologies, we're expecting a VIP shortly’ the sales associate explained politely.
At the mention of "VIP" Serena scoffed in derision. ‘What level of spender qualifies as a VIP in your books? | might have more clout
than your so-called VIP. able to bring in more sales and profit for your store."
Who the VIP was remained to be seen!
The sales associate let out a small chuckle. "Miss, this VIP's status is such that even if she doesn't buy a single thing, she's still a
VIP in our store, always!"
Serena's expression soured. "Are you talking about Arabella?"
The sales associate seemed not to recognize the name. "I'm sorry, | don't know whom you're referring to."
"Then who else could this VIP be?" Serena questioned, still puzzled.