Arabella Vanderbilt could easily discern the disdain and sarcasm in those words. She wrinkled her brow slightly and looked up at the woman who had spoken, glancing at the name tag on her chest—Store Manager.
Faye Wright suddenly bent over with laughter, looking at her with a face full of schadenfreude, "Arabella Vanderbilt, when you go shopping in the future, you should first ask the price before considering whether to buy something. Don't just buy whatever you like like others do, okay?"
As she spoke, she turned her head and smiled at the store manager, "Look at her. Does she look like someone who could afford that much money?"
The store manager's sharp eyes quickly sized up Arabella, then decisively said:
"I'm sorry, Eldest Miss Vanderbilt, we cannot sell this set to you."
The analysis just now was very clear; there was no need to offend the future Young Mistress Timmerman and her friends for the sake of someone who had a terrible reputation and was poor as a church mouse.
