âIâll take it, wrap it up,â Yvette said. She didnât feel like arguing further, tossing her black card toward Sharon with a casual yet commanding demeanor.
Sharon was stunned, staring incredulously at the black card.
She looked like an overly beautiful but ordinary young woman. How could she possibly have a black card? Could it be fake?
Skeptically, Sharon took the black card and swiped it on the card reader. With a beep, it displayed a successful transaction.
The golden horse sculpture was worth a staggering nine million dollars!
Sharon instantly changed her attitude and smiled sycophantically at Yvette. âAlright, miss, Iâll wrap it up for you right away!â
âWait!â
At that moment, a middleâaged woman rushed in, her voice sharp as she shouted, âMs. Olson had her eyes on this sculpture yesterday first! Youâre not allowed to wrap it up for her!â
âUhâ¦â Sharon hesitated. She recognized the woman as someone who had followed that lady.
yesterday.
The lady from yesterday was dressed in understated luxury, wearing highâend brands that clearly indicated she was the daughter of a prominent familyânot someone a lowly sales assistant could afford to offend.
On the other hand, this young woman in front of her, though she had a black card, who knew how she got it?
Soon, Sharonâs judgment tipped in favor of the newcomer.
âMs. Olson had her eyes on this sculpture yesterday; she simply couldnât purchase it because she had something else to attend to!â Tracy Lynch, the middleâaged woman, said.
She scrutinized Yvette, raising her chin and speaking arrogantly, âQuickly refund her. Ms. Olson wants this golden horse sculpture!â
âOkay, Iâll refund her right-â
âDid I agree?â Yvette interrupted coldly.
She showed no expression, but her quiet gaze made Sharon feel a chill run down her spine, leaving her too afraid to utter another word.
Even Tracy was stunned by Yvetteâs imposing air, but she quickly became disgruntled and started shouting, âAre you deaf? Iâve made it very clear! Ms. Olson had her eyes on this golden horse sculpture yesterday! Do you understand what first come, first served mean âDid you make a reservation yesterday? If you had made a reservation, this souligere wollen still be on display today,â Yvette said coldly, her gaze sweeping over them with an air of authority. âSince you didnât reserve it, you have no right to stop others from purchasby, &*
Tracy clearly didnât expect Yvette to be so sharp tongued. She was left speedless and toning, with rage.
âEven if we didnât reserve it, so what? Today, weâre claiming this golden horse sadgural to you know who Ms. Olson is? Do you dare to snatch something from her?â
Yvette raised an eyebrow, her tone casual but with an extreme audacity. âIâm going to snad it from you today. What are you going to do about it?â
If Tracy had been polite, she might have considered letting her have the golden horse sculpture, but unfortunately, she didnât know how to respect others, so today, Yvette was determined to claim it.
âWhy youâ¦â
TO THE Tracy was so enraged that her body trembled, but she couldnât do anything to Yvette. Instead, she turned to Sharon and said, âMs. Olson is a client of your store, and you must refund this young woman!â
âDo you even know what VIP means? This entire mall belongs to Yvie!â Nancy strode in, glaring at Sharon in dissatisfaction. âYvie has already paid! What are you waiting for? Wrap up the sculpture!â
âI told you, Ms. Olson had her eyes on it first!â As Tracy found herself losing the argument, she began to throw a tantrum. âThis golden horse sculpture can only go with me today! No one else can snatch it from Ms. Olson!â
The commotion attracted the manager. Upon seeing Yvette, his expression immediately froze. Just as he was about to bow and greet her, Yvette raised her hand to stop him.
âItâs too noisy. Get her out.â