Chapter: 8

Olga Moran, her curly brunette hair tied back into a chic updo, walked up to them, arm in arm with Carlos. She unfurled her slender fingers with painted fingernails and gracefully took the box of Lipsticks from

Debbie’s hand.

“I’ll take this. Pack this for me!”

Then she looked at Debbie up and down with a contemptuous smile on her

Lips.

In her eyes, Debbie was just a college student pretending to be high-class and elegant.

glances at this woman? Yes, she is beautiful, but she is not as

Like that? Besides, how do you know what I can

snatched the

paying for this now!”

saleswoman kept silent, but she took out the POS machine

turned around to pack

face darkened at

do you think you are? You should know your place before you go shopping

sneered and looked Olga

this? Who gave you the right to look down upon others? I’m afraid this

Olga wasn’t pleased by the

of the Moran family, she always had people licking her boots ever since she was Little. No one had ever spoken to her like

response, Olga took a deep breath before she turned around and walked up to Carlos. Playing the victim, Olga pouted her Lips at him and

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