Chapter 372 Better Check Who The Mall Owner Is
“Would you like to check the price first?”
Cherise was exhausted from running and didn’t grasp the saleswoman’s implied meaning. Panting, she waved her hand and said, “Never mind. I’ll take it!”
Gwenn, who had previously given up on the bag due to its price, was stunned when she heard Cherise. Kareen frowned and stopped the saleswoman, who was about to issue an invoice. “Ms. Tanner is purchasing this bag.”
“Sure. I’ll wrap it up for Ms. Tanner.” The saleswoman quickly nodded.
Cherise furrowed her brow and protested, “But I asked to buy it first.”
She clearly heard that Gwenn had decided not to buy it, so she made her request. Regardless of the fact that Cherise and Gwenn had ill feelings toward each other, Cherise didn’t like to pick fights. Even if it were a stranger who had expressed interest in the bag first, she wouldn’t snatch it and would, at most, consider herself unlucky.
“We saw it first.” Kareen rolled her eyes. “So what if you asked to buy it first? This is Europe, the Tanner family’s territory. Gwenn can have anything she wants. Even if someone has already paid, we can still take it away!”
Kareen glanced disdainfully at Cherise. “You married a rich man, so you should know that, certain people have certain privileges.”
Cherise smiled. “Ms. Miles, do you think having privileges is worth bragging about?”
“Uhm…” The saleswoman was in a quandary and had no choice but to dissuade Cherise. “This bag is too expensive, and it’s the only one in the mall. Ms. Tanner is our regular customer, making substantial purchases every time… Would you like to check out other bags in the store? We have different bag styles here and plenty of more affordable options…”
The saleswoman thought she was being helpful, assuming Cherise couldn’t afford the bag. based on her attire.
However, Kareen perceived it as a blatant taunt. “Did you hear that? Even the saleswoman can tell you can’t afford this bag. Cherise Shaw, you better stop embarrassing yourself here. Even if you buy this expensive bag, your style won’t match it. You’ll still look like a country bumpkin. You should return to the village a straw bag suits you best!”
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Kareen’s remark was harsh and merciless. Cherise clenched her fists at her side.
“Kareen.” Frowning, Gwenn walked up to Cherise, appearing magnanimous. “Mrs. Lenoir,
I know I offended you last night. But I’m already in this state. You don’t have to go all the way to cause me trouble, right?”
Cherise shot a glance at Gwenn. “No one’s causing trouble for you.”
“Quickly wrap up the bag. You can’t afford to offend a major customer like Gwenn!” Kareen scowled at the saleswoman.
The saleswoman nodded and was about to comply, but Cherise narrowed her eyes and looked at her. “Wait a moment. You heard them calling me Mrs. Lenoir just now, didn’t you?”
The saleswoman was startled. “Uhm… yes.”
“My husband is Damien Lenoir.” Cherise exhaled deeply and gazed at the saleswoman with a half-smile. “You might not be familiar with his name, but I advise you to check the name of this mall’s owner before deciding whether to sell this bag to her or me.”
The saleswoman was bewildered. As far as she could remember, the owner of this mall was living on the other side of the world.
