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.
Even though Sarah felt some anger in her heart, she could only retort, "Whether or not I buy is my right. Do you have a say in it? I think these clothes don't suit him at all, can't I say that?"
Kimberly laughed coldly, "Martinez't think I don't know. Your bank card doesn't even have that much money. How much can you earn selling beauty products? Oh, right, and your boyfriend, does he also have no money? Two paupers coming to shop at Armani, haha, it's really laughable."
The more Kimberly spoke, the more excessive she became. She even stepped closer, mocking, "In high school, your family was so poor, don't think I didn't know. You scored over 600 on your college entrance exam, right? Normally, you could have gone to a key university in Silverwood, but why didn't you? Wasn't it because you wanted to earn money early to treat your sick brother? Why is it so hard to admit you're poor?"
Sarah's eyes started to redden, she even wanted badly to slap the other person!
But she knew if she went through with the slap, she really wouldn't have a place to stand in Brooksdale anymore.
Kimberly and Samantha Miller have a good relationship, and in Brooksdale, the Miller Family's authority is unshakable. If Samantha wanted to act against her, she really couldn't stay in Brooksdale.
She couldn't afford that, especially if they targeted her brother as well, it would be even more troublesome.
So, no matter what, she had to suppress it.
"Why aren't you speaking, did I hit the nail on the head? Even paupers dare to pretend like others, it's truly amusing. However, I think you look somewhat decent, find someone rich, wouldn't you have whatever you want?"
The more Kimberly spoke, the prouder she became. She even pointed to her boyfriend, saying, "Ah, I almost forgot to introduce him. This is my boyfriend Will James. Do you know his background? Have you heard of the Summit Group? It's worth far more than your crappy Radiance Group. My Will is the CFO there, with an annual salary of five million. Can you even imagine that?"
Kimberly was about to continue when a lazy voice interrupted her.
"What's a CFO? I'm a UFO."
It was me speaking.
I couldn't listen anymore. Kimberly really hadn't changed over so many years; whenever she had the chance to talk, she'd go on and on, as if everyone was worthless in her eyes. I truly couldn't understand where people like her derived their confidence from.
It was only when she got interrupted did Kimberly notice me, scanning me from head to toe, saying, "Oh, I almost forgot there's you, this pauper. I don't know where you're working. Picking up trash? We still have a bottle of mineral water in our car, do you want it?"
With that, Kimberly and her boyfriend both laughed.
I shook my head, confidently saying, "I'm a Divine Doctor, one who can decide life and death."
As soon as I said this, the room was silent for several seconds. It was followed by an uproar of laughter!
"Haha, Sarah, your boyfriend is really amusing. A Divine Doctor? Deciding life and death? Hahaha... I can't, I'm going to die laughing... My stomach hurts..."
Sarah rolled her eyes at me, softly saying, "It's fine to talk about your profession in front of me, but don't say it in front of others..."
The image of those excessively exaggerated banners appeared in her mind.
I rubbed my nose, feeling a bit helpless. Why is it that these days, no one believes when you tell the truth?
I really am a Divine Doctor.
Wasn't there also a fellow named Samuel Thompson searching the world for me? Should I bring him to testify?
Oh right, that Samuel Thompson from the Thompson family seems to be the controller of the Summit Group...
Thinking of this, I suddenly looked at Kimberly's boyfriend, my expression turning a bit odd.
Sarah couldn't bear others mocking me this way, and quickly pulled me to leave.
"Let's go quickly, put the clothes down, forget about them..."
But I didn't move. I seriously looked at Sarah and asked, "Do you really want to see me in these clothes?"
Sarah was taken aback, unsure why, but she suddenly had a bad premonition.
In the next second, I walked straight to the cash register, handed over a card, and said to the store manager, "Wrap it up, charge it to this card."
Sarah's mouth hung open wide, she almost thought David had gone mad!
What on earth is he doing!
Doesn't she know how much money this guy has!
Can't even pay rent!
He even borrowed three thousand from her a few days ago!
How could he possibly afford tens of thousands worth of stuff!
The key is Kimberly is watching, if the card doesn't go through, Kimberly is bound to ridicule mercilessly!
David, David, why are you acting on impulse!
The store manager had been paying attention to the situation outside and knew that this couple didn't have money.
She was just about to refuse the request to swipe the card when she caught a glimpse of the card I was holding!
Instantly, her face turned pale!
Because the card turned out to be an Industrial and Commercial Bank VIP black card!
VIP black card, with a savings limit of not less than ten million to be issued!
She had been at Armani for three years, so she naturally had this kind of insight!
She quickly changed her expression to a smile, respectfully saying, "Sir, hello, we cooperate with the Industrial and Commercial Bank. If you present this VIP black card, the clothes can get an additional ten percent off on top of existing discounts..."
With these words, everyone's expression changed. No one could have imagined I took out a VIP black card!
Kimberly immediately stepped forward, questioning, "Martinez't think you can get away with a fake card. If the card swiping fails, making fake cards will land you in jail!"
Sarah also tugged at me, anxiously saying, "Quickly take back the card, let's leave! Embarrassment is one thing! Do you still want to go to the police station!"
I looked at the anxious Sarah, smiled, "You really don't believe me? Do I look like someone without money?"
Sarah was about to faint, it wasn't a matter of looking like it or not, you are indeed someone without money!
What surprised everyone was, I not only handed the card to the store manager but also said boldly, "Swipe it, just swipe it for me! Moreover, I don't want any discounts! Just give me the original price! Today, I'm not short of money!"
Nouveau riche?
Today, I'll be a nouveau riche!