Whispers among some of the sales associates in the store rose once again.
"Enough is enough! Why keep hassling when it's been made so clear!"
"Exactly! As if they don't know their own place, the Vanderbilt Family doesn't like her, the Timmerman Family doesn't want her, she's no princess, and she can't become a phoenix. Can't she just keep her head down and live quietly? She's only bringing shame on herself!"
"..."
The volume of their voices was not low, as if they were meant for others to hear.
A chill gathered between Arabella's brows.
"Are you saying that in your eyes, there's no order of service for customers, and as long as someone has the ability to pay for your goods, even if she doesn't pay first, you can still sell to her, is that correct?"
Arabella's persistence finally made the manager lose their patience:
"Miss Vanderbilt, please stop this. At the end of the day, my refusal to sell to you is giving you a way out. Continuing like this isn't good for any of us...."
