Lord Came Back From The Battlefield

Harleen and Felicia were attracted by some coats, one of which had a price tag of nearly 30 thousand. In addition, the other jackets were also priced at tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands.

“Too extravagant!” Felicia picked up the most expensive coat and gestured with it before sticking out her tongue. “This one piece alone could cover my expenses for over a year.”

“Hello there miss,” said the salesperson with a smile. “This is our newest arrival and it does come with a slightly higher price tag. If you think it’s too expensive, we have other classic styles that would look beautiful on two lovely ladies like yourselves.”

“It’s too expensive for us,” replied Felicia as she hung up the coat again. “We’ll go check out other stores instead. Thank you though!”

“No problem at all.” said the salesperson cheerfully.

“Don’t touch what you can’t afford to buy! Who do you think you are pretending to be rich?” Just then, a woman who looked like she was in charge walked over.

She looked disdainfully at Felicia before turning to address the sweet-looking salesperson named Sophia.

“You’ve been working here long enough now, can’t you see who should or shouldn’t be touching our clothes? What if they mess them up? How are we supposed to sell them?”

“They were just looking…” Sophia weakly interjected.

“What’s there to look at? You’re just satisfying your own curiosity! If I catch you letting whoever touch our clothes, don’t expect any bonuses this month!”

“Huh?” Felicia frowned upon hearing this remark from the manager. “What kind of attitude is that?”

“That’s just how I talk, if you don’t like it then leave!” retorted the Manager with an air of contempt.

“These clothes are only meant for people who can afford them, clearly not someone like yourself who has no intention of buying anything.”

“You…” Felicia’s face turned red with anger.

“Miss, please watch your language!” Harleen furrowed her eyebrows. “Never mind if we can afford it or not, aren’t these clothes here for customers to try on?”

“I’ll emphasize again, we only let customers who can afford it try on our clothes. Poor people shouldn’t waste our time here.” The manager surnamed Harper responded coldly.

“You better apologize right now!” Billy walked over holding Tasha. “Otherwise, you’ll soon lose this job!”

“Oh, such big talk! I want to see how you make me lose this job.” The manager glanced at Billy with a disdainful look. She had her confidence as the store’s manager. She had connections above her, otherwise she wouldn’t be in this position.

“You’ll see.” After glancing at her once more, Billy ignored her and looked at Harleen. “Harleen, this coat looks great. It would look beautiful on both of you. Why don’t each of you buy one?”

“Billy, have you even looked at the price?” asked Felicia.

“No need to look, if you like it then that’s all that matters.” After finishing his sentence, Billy turned towards Sophia the server and said, “Hello there! Can you help me wrap up these two items?”

“What a show-off!” The manager spoke up coldly from the side.

Just then high heels could be heard clicking against the floor followed by a tall woman walking in while holding onto a young man’s arm. Both were wearing black sunglasses and had an arrogant expression on their faces as though they were superior beings towering over everyone else.

“Is that her?” Felicia was slightly surprised when she saw the woman.

“Do you know her?” Harleen asked.

“Don’t you recognize her? She’s Rita Richardson, the third female lead from that hit drama a while back!” Felicia responded.

“I don’t know her!” Harleen shook her head.

“Mr Meyer and Miss Richardson, welcome! Please come in.” Upon seeing the two of them, the manager hurriedly greeted them with a fawning expression on her face.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“Do you have any new coats?” The woman named Rita Richardson asked indifferently.

“You came at just the right time, Miss Richardson, we just received two new coats yesterday, they’re this year’s newest model.”

Then she led the two of them over there.

“Hmm! It looks pretty good. Wrap it up for me!” Rita glanced briefly at the coat before saying so roughly. Then she casually glanced at Harleen and Felicia before looking towards the manager.

“Wait a minute, has this coat been tried on by those two? Get me a new one! What’s going on with your store? You let anyone come in here and try on clothes randomly. Who would buy clothes that people like them have tried on?”

“Miss Richardson, I’m sorry. I’ll get you a new one right away.” The manager nodded and bowed apologetically to her

“But…” Sophia had an hesitant tone, “There are only two pieces of this coat left in our store. This gentleman just said he wanted to buy both…”

“You shut up!” the manager glared fiercely at Sophia.

“What did you mean by what you said earlier, Miss?” At this point Felicia looked towards Rita Richardson somewhat angrily and asked.

“Do you not understand what I’m saying?” Rita asked back calmly.

“There’s a difference between high and low class, I find the clothes you poor people wear dirty. Who knows if you have any diseases…!”

Before she could finish her sentence, a crisp slap echoed through the air and Rita’s sunglasses fell to the ground with a clang.

The other servers who had just gathered around were shocked and their jaws dropped when they saw this happen.

It took Rita a while before she regained her senses and let out a scream.

“You scoundrel! How dare you hit her? I’ll make sure…” The manager shouted at the same time but was cut off by another smack that almost made her fall over.

“Lucas, he hit me! “Help me deal with him. Today I’m gonna make sure he knows what happens when he hits me!” Rita yelled loudly towards the young master.

“You got guts, didn’t you? You even dare to hit my woman!” Lucas glared at Billy and spoke in anger. “Get down on your knees right now!”

“Felicia, take Tasha over there to check out some toys.” Billy ignored Lucas and turned to Felicia.

“Okay!” Felicia knew that Billy was angry, so she picked up Tasha and walked towards a rest area at the end of the aisle.

“Young man, I’m talking to you. Didn’t you hear me?” Lucas’ tone became colder again.

“She’s your woman?” Billy responded coldly. “Great! Then why don’t you kneel down with her and apologize?”

“Huh?” Lucas frowned. “Do you know who I am?”

“Tell me,” Billy replied calmly.

“The Meyer family, ranked sixth in Ozin’s family rankings. You should know them, right?” Lucas looked proud of himself.

“The Meyer family?” Billy glanced at him.

“If you don’t kneel within a minute, I’ll have your father come here personally to apologize for you!”