Bing Eliot had a cold expression on her face, took out a card from her bag, and handed it to the sales assistant, saying unhappily, "Swipe it yourself!"
But the sales assistant didn't let go, smiling and saying, "Miss, you haven't removed the tag from the clothes you're wearing yet!"
Only then did Bing remember that the clothes in this store couldn't be paid for and worn out, so she had to follow the sales assistant back to the cashier to pay.
Heather Scott was watching with great interest, her mouth involuntarily curling up, she sighed somewhat helplessly, wishing she hadn't been in the fitting room earlier so she could have seen the whole thing unfold.
After Bing paid and left, her two friends naturally didn't want to hang out here anymore, and also left.
When those three people left, Heather Scott approached Betsy Russell with a gossip-filled face, "Betsy, who was that woman?"
"Bing Eliot."
"Bing Eliot, the second daughter of the Eliot family?"
"That's her."
