Upon hearing Miss Abigail's words, the sales representative quickly
pointed at Damien.
“This man over here.”
“Huh?”
Miss Abigail shifted her gaze at Damien. She expressed a disgusted look as if she had eaten a fly. How could this deadbeat loser try to steal from her department? He went for one of the most prized necklaces in the shop.
She turned to the sales representative and said,
“Hey, Grace, you're kidding me, right?”
“No, it's true; this man said he wanted to buy the necklace.”
Miss Abigail stares at Damien from head to toe; he doesn't look like a con artist.
“Con artists do put on some expensive dresses and shoes, but this one has nothing like that on; he is like a hungry beggar.”
she said to herself as she faced Grace.
“So you are telling me you don't know the difference between a con artist and a hungry beggar.”
She pointed at Damien.