The middle-aged man sneered, "Manager Matthew, this kid is nothing but a penniless deadbeat from head to toe.
He brought this beauty here, probably not to buy clothes but just to try them on, just to satisfy his vanity."
Upon hearing this, Diana McKenna's face suddenly turned cold.
She turned to look at Lionel Yeager, her eyes full of disdain, and said in a deep voice, "Sir, if you can't afford this dress, don't cause trouble here and disturb others!"
Lionel Yeager squinted and said, "Never mind whether I can afford it or not, how do you know this guy can?"
Diana McKenna scoffed, "Kid, do you know who this guy is?
He's General Cyril Winslet of Arthur City Speed Express Logistics Co., Ltd!
General Winslet has a net worth of one billion and is a VIP in our store, do you really think he can't afford it?"
Standing next to them, Cyril Winslet raised his head and deliberately showed off his Rolex watch, flaunting his status.
