Chapter 786: Anger with Nowhere to Vent

Although Laura had been to plenty of high society events with Vincent, she still didn't know much about luxury brands. She only knew they were expensive, but had no clue about styles or actual value.

And in front of others, she would deliberately pretend to be an expert, when in reality she just bought whatever she saw, whatever was most expensive. She figured buying expensive stuff couldn't go wrong.

Laura walked into the mall and headed straight to the luxury brand counters on the fourth floor as usual. She pretended to be rich while shopping, but actually had no idea what styles of clothes or lipstick colors suited her. She just bought whatever she saw, especially the priciest items.

"This one, wrap all of these up for me."

"And that whole row of bags, wrap them all up."

Seeing such a big spender, the sales clerk was thrilled, but she still asked, "Would you like to try them on first?"

"What do you mean by that? If I like something at first sight, I want to buy it directly. Is that not okay? Do you have some rule here that you can't buy without trying things on?" Laura's face showed nothing but contempt.

The clerk panicked for a moment and quickly explained, "No, miss, I just think it would be better if you tried them on. That way you can know for sure if they suit you. I'm worried you might make an impulse purchase. This is just us being responsible to our customers."

But Laura's mindset was that the clerk was looking down on her, so she kept pushing, "What are you trying to say? You think I don't belong in your store? That I'm not good enough to buy these luxury items?"

Seeing Laura's reaction, the clerk's body trembled slightly, tensing up all over, clearly feeling anxious and uneasy.

People in their line of work dealt with difficult customers all the time. They'd encountered mistresses of rich men before too. These types usually had one thing in common - they'd get angry at the slightest comment, as if afraid of being exposed as not having money.

And right now, the clerk saw Laura as exactly that type of person.

So she tried to soften her tone, "Miss, you've really misunderstood. I didn't mean to put you down at all. I was just kindly suggesting you might want to try things on before buying, so you can better determine what suits you."

But Laura insisted on thinking the worst of the clerk. She believed the clerk was now indirectly looking down on her.

Her brows furrowed, a flash of anger crossed her eyes, her lips pressed tight, showing her displeasure.

"I have money, I'll buy whatever I want. Why do you care so much? Aren't you sales clerks supposed to love encouraging customers to buy more? What's wrong? Now that I'm buying so much, you're not happy about it?"

The clerk was at a loss for words at Laura's attitude. She was practically in tears.

So with no other choice, she gave in, "I'm sorry, miss, I spoke out of turn. Please go ahead and choose."

But even with this, Laura wouldn't let it go. She said forcefully, "What do you mean by that now? So you're just going to ignore me?"

Faced with Laura's unpredictable mood, the clerk was reaching her limit, but given her job, she still said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, that's not what I meant. I'll provide full service for whatever you want to purchase next."

"Someone like you, I don't even want your service. I'm going to complain that you're looking down on customers!" Laura said self-righteously with a dark expression.

Now the clerk was completely panicked, because one complaint meant their whole day's work would be for nothing.

So the clerk could only humbly plead, "I'm sorry, miss, I didn't mean anything else. You've really misunderstood. I really didn't have any such thoughts."

But Laura seemed to have found an outlet for all the grievances she'd suffered these past days. She sat down, crossed her legs, and looked at the clerk with contempt, then smirked, "Since I walked in, all you've been saying is 'miss this, miss that.' Didn't your company train you on how to respect customers?"

The clerk's lips trembled involuntarily, unable to hide her inner panic.

"I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry, ma'am, I was wrong in how I addressed you."

"You're new here, aren't you? A store like this should have very strict training for staff. How come you're making mistakes everywhere?"

The clerk swallowed, "I'm truly sorry, ma'am. I am indeed new here, haven't been working long, still learning. If I've caused you any trouble, I apologize. Please don't complain about me. If you complain, I'll lose all my commission for this month."

But how could Laura feel sympathy? She was venting her anger right now, and precisely because she used to be from the bottom, she now wanted to bully people at the bottom to vent her rage.

Otherwise, how could she calm down?

Laura slowly stood up, grabbed the other woman's collar, a strange smile playing at her lips, her eyes showing a hint of mockery as she said lightly, "I hate people like you most in my life - pathetic and pitiful. You clearly have no skills or ability, but now you want others to give in to you? Is that appropriate?"

The clerk was so scared she didn't know what to do. She cried out, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I really didn't mean to. Can I compensate you with my own money? Just please don't complain. If you complain, what am I going to do?"

Watching the clerk's endless pleading, Laura turned a deaf ear, still expressionless, "Does whether you're affected have anything to do with me? Do I need to care about you?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I really didn't mean to. Can I compensate you with money?"

The next second, Laura forcefully pushed the woman hard to the ground, saying viciously, "You keep saying you'll compensate me with money. Your monthly salary isn't even worth as much as one bottle of my limited edition perfume. You're way too full of yourself. Who do you think you are? How dare you say you'll compensate me?"

Passersby were already looking in from outside, everyone shocked by Laura's behavior, and the other two clerks rushed over to help the woman up.

"Customer, no matter what, you can't hit people. This is a society ruled by law."

But Laura crossed her arms, looking completely unconcerned, "So what if I hit her? Do you know who I am?"

The clerks looked at each other, equally confused, while the clerk Laura had pushed was already crying. She sobbed, "Ma'am, I didn't do anything wrong. Why have you been so hostile toward me from the moment you walked in?"

Laura's face was full of arrogance, "Who told you, a common sales clerk, to look down on me? I'm here to shop. I'm so rich, what right do you have to look down on me?"