Chapter 145 You are Very Calculating
Watching the clerk carefully take the jewelry box out from the display case and place it on a black velvet tray for her to examine.
Seeing Rebecca staring at the jewelry set the whole time, Amanda asked, "Ms. Getty, do you really like it?"
Beautiful things—who doesn't like them?
Rebecca nodded honestly, "I like it, but..." not to the point where she had to have it.
"If you like it, I can let you have it!"
Amanda interrupted Rebecca, "I heard you have Silver Frost. If you're willing, I'll trade this set with you. How about it?"
Rebecca was stunned.
Silver Frost was a limited edition handbag.
The body was made of silver-white crocodile leather, with edges studded with 1,900 diamonds, said to be 50 carats.
Whether it was the handbag's design or the master craftsman's exceptional reputation, Silver Frost had gained international fame even before its release.
The catch was that only their supreme VIP members were eligible to order that handbag.
There was only one in the country, and after changing hands several times, it ended up with Rebecca.
When the Getty family went bankrupt, Rebecca listed Silver Frost both in her social media and at a private boutique. In just one night, someone bought it for 3 million.
When Amanda found out, the bag that was supposed to be hers had been bought back at a high price and returned to the Getty family villa.
Not only that, the Getty family's villa, cars, including the jewelry, accessories, and handbags Rebecca had sold... were all said to have been bought back.
Because of this, the social circle had been buzzing lately, saying Rebecca had hooked up with some mysterious big shot.
Amanda had been wanting to contact Rebecca to get her to sell Silver Frost, but the two had no connection.
She didn't expect to run into her at Forever today.
"You sold Silver Frost for 3 million. This jewelry set is 3.5 million. I won't ask you for the extra 500,000—consider it making a friend. How about it?"
Amanda asked.
Rebecca blinked, a smile appearing on her face. "Miss Wallace, you are very calculating."
Amanda froze, the smile in her eyes instantly fading.
Rebecca said softly, "I don't blame you for not knowing its value. After all, the number of Silver Frost bags worldwide is in single digits. Forget seeing one—few people have even heard of it. But do you know what Silver Frost goes for now?"
"Starting at 8 million."
Without waiting for Amanda to respond, Rebecca answered her own question. "I listed it for 3 million back then because I was desperate and needed money urgently. But now, I have no intention of selling! Sorry..."
With that, Rebecca turned to walk to another section.
Behind her came Amanda's cold laugh. "Rebecca, you don't really think that just because you've latched onto some big shot and have someone backing you, you can do whatever you want without consequences, do you?"
'The Getty family had such a huge fortune and couldn't protect you. Bags worth hundreds of thousands, houses worth millions—sold just like that. Some Frederick who's interested in your face and your hot body is spoiling you now, getting back everything you lost. But who knows when he'll get tired of you and toss you aside. Do you really think what you got back is yours? Nothing beats having money in your own hands,' she thought.
Understanding the mocking meaning behind Amanda's words, Rebecca's expression turned cold, her tone indifferent, still saying the same thing: "Sorry, no trade, and not for sale!"
"Rebecca, don't be so shameless!" Jasmine shouted from the side.
As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt the surrounding area fall deathly silent.
It was as if the mall's central air conditioning had kicked in, with high-powered cooling units blasting out super-chilled air. An icy, oppressive presence came rushing from all directions.