Chapter 444
“You think you can strut around Summerfield just because you’re wearing SK’s latest?”
The woman laughed even more enchantingly, “Since you seem to know your stuff, you should know this new design is from SK’s top designer, Phelps. I’m sure you know how much this outfit costs, something you could never afford in your lifetime,
Her point was clear. She could afford such an expensive outfit, and that made her someone not to be messed with. Arabella was out of her league.
“I thought you had something meaningful to say.” Arabella motioned for a store clerk to come over, “Tell her how much it would cost to dry clean my shoes.” The clerk took a closer look and gasped, “My God, these are from QY’s custom series. I’ve seen them once in an internal training, they’re about two hundred thousand dollars a pair. Just the dry–cleaning and maintenance fees are over ten thousand dollars, but dry–cleaned shoes drop in value. These shoes look new, I estimate a loss of twenty thousand dollars.”
Twenty thousand dollars?
The woman’s face darkened.
Her outfit was only worth just over a hundred thousand dollars, she hadn’t expected the girl’s pair of shoes to be more expensive than her entire outfit. And they were custom–made.
Everyone knew that Queen Abby, the founder of QY, didn’t take orders lightly. Those who could get her custom designs were people of status.
Could it be that this girl came from a wealthy family?
But why couldn’t she recognize any brands from her outfit? Could they be custom–made too?
As she thought of this, the woman’s face grew even more sour.
The long–haired girl hadn’t expected to meet someone wealthier than them. She tugged at her friend’s sleeve, “Alma, what do we do?”
“It’s just twenty thousand dollars, I can afford it.” Alma opened her handbag, took out a cheque, wrote the amount, and handed it over haughtily, “Here you go.” Arabella didn’t take it, instead she turned to the clerk and said, “Donate it.”
The clerk, Alma, and the long–haired girl were all stunned.
“For the donation note, write ‘the presumptuous ignorant missy“.” Without waiting for an apology, Arabella turned and walked away.
Alma watched her leave, seething. She vowed to find out who she was.
The clerk took the cheque and went off to process it.
“Alma, who was that girl? She seems to come from a well–to–do family.”
“Is there anyone in this country wealthier than us?” Alma lifted her chin, clearly incredulous.
“True, your cousin is the richest man in the country. The Collins family’s status is well–known.” The long–haired girl suddenly remembered something, “Didn’t you say your uncle has a long–lost daughter who has just been found? You still haven’t picked out a dress for tonight’s meeting, better hurry up.”
“Right.” Alma responded before asking another clerk, “Is this all you have in the store?”
“We have a luxury dress section over there, but the prices might be unaffordable for most people.”
The clerk meant no harm, just stating facts, but to Alma, it was a direct insult.
“Are you questioning the Collins family’s ability to afford a dress?”
