Arabella Vanderbilt curled her lips slightly, lowered her eyelids, and hid the cunning glint in her eyes.
"Bring out the most expensive jewelry in your store!" Faye Wright seemed to be growing impatient.
"Of course! I'll get them right away!" The manager responded and turned to leave in a hurry.
However, as the manager turned, she caught a glimpse of Arabella's ice-cold gaze, which sent a shiver down her spine, and a nameless chill began to rise within her.
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The manager went to the vault with several sales associates to get the jewelry.
The manager furrowed her brows, wearing a somewhat ugly expression.
Seeing her preoccupied look, a few sales associates tried to comfort her:
"Manager, don't worry, Arabella can't cause much trouble. You know what people say about her, getting involved with so many men. Even if she does have a wealthy backer now, he must be someone disreputable! How much money can he really give her?"
