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    With her arms crossed, Corrine scrutinized the dresses disyed before her.


    Her attention shifted abruptly to a luxurious men’s suit.


    The ck fabric, adorned with embroidered suns, moons, and stars, was subtly ented with obsidian, adding a striking depth to the design. Upon seeing the suit, an image of Nate shed across her mind. Its calm and restrained elegance suited him perfectly.


    Realizing she had never gifted anything to Nate, Corrine pondered the suit.


    “Ma’am, this suit is a unique piece, a global debut here in Lyhaton,” a sales assistant said brightly.


    Corrine nodded. Perfectly unique, much like him.


    “I’d like to—”


    Before Corrine could finish, a decisive voice interjected from behind her, “I’ll take this suit.”


    Following the voice, a figure gently nudged Corrine aside and stood before the exquisite suit. The interloper, shing a courteous smile, said to the sales assistant, “Please wrap this up for me.”


    A crease formed between Corrine’s eyebrows, her demeanor chilling noticeably. Upon noticing Corrine, Leah’s initial shock quickly gave way to an expression of panic.


    “Miss Hond.”


    A smirk yed on Corrine’s lips at Leah’s clumsy acting. She was quite the actress, wasn’t she?


    Next to Leah, Rita struggled to mask her envy, murmuring, “Talk about rotten luck.”


    Ignoring their reactions, Corrine said coldly and firmly, “Wrap this one for me.”


    “Right away, please hold on,” the sales assistant responded cheerfully. This sale was significant—the most expensive item in the shop—promising a hefty bonus for the month. The prospect brought a gleam of delight to the assistant’s face.


    Leah hurriedly called out, “Just one second!”


    She faced Corrine with earnest desperation.


    “Miss Hond, I truly apologize, but I intended to purchase this for Bruce as a present. I’m willing to pay twice the price…”


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    “No!” Corrine replied coldly.


    Rita’s expression darkened with annoyance.


    “Corrine, you’re overstepping!”


    Corrine, uninterested in further discussion, turned back to the assistant with an unwavering tone.


    “Please, wrap it up.”


    The sales assistant agreed, still smiling warmly.


    Unexpectedly, Rita stepped in front of the assistant, blocking her path aggressively.


    “Can’t you see or hear? We were here first, so why is she getting it?”


    “Sorry, but she was actually here before you,” the sales assistant exined.


    With a sneer, Rita’s tone turned threatening.


    “You realize who you’re dealing with, right? Cross us, and you’ll deeply regret it.”


    Fear shed across the sales assistant’s face, turning her visibly pale. In a ce as high-end as Modern Square, offending someone with power could mean the end of her career.


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