Who Are You Calling Trash?

Upon hearing this, the store manager's brows immediately furrowed with anger. "Are you deliberately looking for trouble? I generously offered you a way out, and you're blatantly rejecting it? Do you know how much this dress costs? I'm afraid everything you own combined wouldn't be enough to buy even a sleeve of it! Be sensible and step aside, or I'll call security!"

"So, you'd rather compromise your principles just to please these two in front of you, is that it?" Cynthia's expression instantly turned cold, and in the depths of her almond-shaped eyes, it seemed as if a knife were hidden, ready to plunge into the other party's chest. Her tone remained flat, lacking any fluctuations, yet it exuded a terrifying sense of oppression, making people inexplicably shiver.

The store manager choked, and the domineering demeanor she had displayed just moments ago diminished by half.