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Chapter_22
Suddenly, Whitney’s hand was slapped, and Roselyn snatched the shirt away. Her arm still stung from the last time Whitney and her thug buddy had roughed her up at the club. This time, Roselyn was determined to humiliate Whitney in front of everyone.
With a sneer, she taunted, “Whitney, this is a Hermès counter. Do you even know what that means? Do you still think you’re that jet-setting socialite who used to sit front row at fashion shows?” She then turned to the salesclerks, her tone venomous. “Why are you letting any random person into this place to ruin the experience for us VIPs?”
The clerk, eager to avoid confrontation, glanced at Whitney with obvious disdain. Tiana, about to rush forward in defense of Whitney, was stopped by Whitney’s calm hand.
Roselyn picked up a dress, waving it around. “This is Monica’s custom gown. Worth 880 grand. You, on the other hand, are with some nobody who can’t even pay my medical bills. Do you think you can afford even a scrap of this dress? Look at what you’re wearing!” She yanked at Whitney’s collar, inspecting her clothes. “Monet? Ha, must be a knockoff! Look, everyone! The once untouchable Ms. Valentine is wearing fakes now. Oh, how the mighty have fallen!” She laughed, glancing at the salesclerks. “Be careful, don’t let the poor steal anything!”
Whitney felt a grin tug at her lips. She wondered what L would say if he heard someone doubting the authenticity of his clothes.
Roselyn continued, smugly, “Shouldn’t you be throwing out this down-and-out woman who can’t even buy anything with a black card?” She was sure that publicly stepping on Whitney would earn her points with Monica.
The clerk hesitated but started to move to usher Whitney out.
With slow, deliberate movements, Whitney pulled out her smartphone, with a gold-embossed black card resting on top. She placed the phone on the counter and calmly said, “I’ll take the entire collection in this store, including the dress she’s holding – the precious gown Monica wants.” She turned back to Roselyn, giving her a mocking smile.
The store fell into a stunned silence, broken only by the gasps of onlookers.
The clerks’ expressions shifted immediately, and Roselyn’s face drained of color. She charged at Whitney in disbelief. “Impossible! How could you have a black card? Clerk, check her card! It must be a fake!”
Whitney completed the transaction effortlessly, and millions were charged without a hitch.
Roselyn’s face turned bright red with rage as the onlookers began to mock her. Tiana, seizing the moment, ripped the gown from Roselyn’s hands. “See this? We don’t even bother ripping into people like you. Oops, I might have torn it a bit. But ragged clothes suit someone like Monica anyway. Here, take it back to her with my compliments!”
“Tiana, you bitch!” Roselyn spat.
Tiana shot back, her voice fierce. “What’s the matter? Can’t afford a black card, and still hanging around, waiting for me to kick your ass?”
Roselyn fled the store, clutching the torn gown, her dignity in tatters.
Immediately, she called Monica, whining, “Monica, Whitney tore your dress!”
Monica’s icy voice responded, “What? You can’t even handle this one thing? You’re useless!”
Roselyn’s malice deepened. She knew she and Monica were only fair-weather friends, and if it weren’t for Monica’s power, she wouldn’t bother with her. Holding back her rage, she added, “Whitney has a gold-embossed black card. She just bought the whole store’s collection and humiliated me.”
Monica scoffed, full of envy. “Impossible! Are you blind? Whitney’s barely making ends meet. Didn’t you say her nobody boyfriend couldn’t even pay your medical bills? Now she has a black card? They’re probably just pretending with borrowed money!”
Monica wasn’t concerned with Roselyn’s complaints. Her voice dripped with venom. “That bitch. She’s caused enough trouble for my mother. My dad’s already forgiven her, and she’s working on something. But wait and see how long Whitney can keep her head up. She’s finished soon.”
Roselyn flattered her, “Yvonne is very skilled.”
Meanwhile, in the Valentine Mansion’s bedroom, Yvonne worked her charms on Preston. After some time, and a few more tricks, she finally got him to relax. Breathing heavily, she lay down, satisfied for the moment.
Though aging, Yvonne’s figure still held a youthful shape, but it had left her winded. As she lay there, she thought of how Whitney had exposed her past. Thankfully, Preston had silenced the trending searches, and the mocking from high society women had quieted down. Yvonne had managed to salvage her reputation and status.
Cuddling up to Preston, Yvonne purred, “Darling, I’ve dealt with Phebe. She finally agreed to Simon and Monica’s engagement. But Monica still needs a dowry. If we gave the East Side resort as a generous gift, our daughter would shine.”
“Then it’s hers,” Preston replied simply.
Yvonne’s eyes gleamed with ambition. “But Whitney’s grandfather left that resort. Even though we’ve taken all her other assets, the resort still needs her signature.”
Preston turned to her, and Yvonne’s eyes sparkled with a ruthless smile. “That girl has crossed us all, hurt Monica, and even had you attacked. This time, when she comes back, not only will I make her sign over the resort, but I’ll also make sure she never causes trouble again. Then no one will stand in Monica’s way for the jewelry contest.”
Preston understood her intent. His expression darkened, and he nodded. “You’ve done well with Monica’s engagement.”
Yvonne felt a surge of triumph. She had just planned to destroy two problems with one stone.
Back at the boutique, Tiana teased Whitney, “And here I was, wanting to buy you a dress to cheer you up, but you’ve got a trump card up your sleeve.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’ve been fighting with your Lutz family fiancé, haven’t you? And your old man’s cut you off?”
Whitney hit the nail on the head.
Tiana’s expression flickered for a moment before she broke into a playful grin. “Your mysterious hubby must be loaded! You swipe that card for a few million, and he doesn’t even call to chew you out. Whitney, seriously, no matter who he is or how he looks, you should totally snag him!”
Whitney just sighed. The black card was a parting gift from L before she left, and she hadn’t intended to use it at all. “I was just showing off for a second. I plan to return all the clothes later.”
“Return them? No way! You should try this one on, and this one!” Tiana pushed a couple of outfits into Whitney’s hands and shoved her toward the fitting rooms.
As Whitney opened Facebook to explain the spending spree to a certain someone, Tiana was already pestering her from the outside. “Hurry up! I want to check out the handbags next. Come out and show me how it looks!”
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