The sales clerk reached out, just about to take the bank card, but Sarah Moore suddenly pulled back the hand holding the card, startling the sales clerk checking out.
"Miss, you are..."
Sarah pretended to look at the clothes again, frowned, and said, "I suddenly feel the color of these clothes doesn't suit him. Let's look around more."
With that, she didn't wait for anyone to react but pulled me out of the store.
If they swiped the card and found out there wasn't enough money, it would be utterly embarrassing.
Just as the two were about to leave the Armani store, Kimberly Gibson somehow blocked the doorway, looking at Sarah with a playful expression.
"Sarah, Sarah, are you afraid to buy because you don't have money? If you don't have money, why come to a place where only the upper class can shop?"
Kimberly's fair chin was lifted high, her eyes full of disdain and contempt as she looked at Sarah.
