Chapter 59-1
Not A Small-Town Girl
Chapter 59
Juniper was fuming, feeling an overwhelming urge to put them in their place, but Danielle pulled her back with a calm yet firm grip.
"Let her try," Danielle said flatly.
Juniper caught Danielleâs pointed glance and decided not to argue further.
"This one, that one, and also this one-take them all down for me," Danielle demanded, pointing at the most extravagant dresses.
"Of course, Iâll get them for you," another sales associate said. Although she was gossiping about Danielle earlier, she couldnât ignore the lure of a lucrative sale.
Hope cut in. "Iâll take everything she picked."
The sales associate hesitated, glancing at Danielle, unsure of how to proceed. "Let her have them," Danielle said with a shrug. She then selected even more items, all of which were snatched away by Hope.
Soon, a pile of clothes was stacked up in front of Hope. She smirked at Danielle before striding off to the counter to pay.
Danielle was unruffled. After all, the clothes she had chosen were the most expensive-and tackiest-in the store.
The sales associate who attended to Hope was over the moon. This sale alone covered her performance target for half a year. "Miss Hill, your total comes to 8 million dollars," she said cheerfully.
Hope froze, her smug smile vanishing. Though her family was wealthy, there were levels of affluence, and her monthly allowance was barely a million dollars. Worst of all-she didnât even like the clothes; she had only chosen them out of spite. Now, she was stuck with a staggering bill.
âWhere could I get so much money?â Hope thought as anxiety started to creep in. The sales assistant sensed her hesitation, thinking, âCould it be possible that Miss Hill... couldnât afford it? That canât be. Sheâs a regular customer.
"Whatâs wrong? Canât afford it?" Juniper taunted as she shot Hope a mocking look.
Hope would never allow herself to be humiliated like this. She pulled out a credit card and passed it to the sales associate. "Swipe it."
It was her fatherâs supplementary card, and she was well aware that this card wasnât meant for frivolous spending. But now, she had no choice. She couldnât stand the thought of embarrassing herself in front of Danielle and Juniper.
Just then, the mallâs general manager entered the boutique and approached Danielle. "Hello, Miss Darling. Iâm Cecil Walton, the general manager of this mall. Please allow me to close the store for you so you can shop in peace. Whatever catches your eye, itâs yours."
Cecil had been lounging in his office when he received a call from the owner of the Charrington