Chapter 72
I nimbly dodged Odile as she lunged at me.
This time she crashed into the glass.
Fortunately, the glass was of good quality. It only left a big bump on Odile's head while the glass itself remained completely intact.
I heard someone in the crowd let out a stifled laugh.
Nina and I stood together, staring intently at Odile.
"I have more than enough money to buy anything in this store, but starting today, I will never shop at this store, or even this brand, ever again."
The store manager flinched at my words.
He quickly walked over to me, bowing and scraping.
"Miss, I misunderstood you earlier. I failed to recognize who you were. Please don't be so hasty. I can apologize to you."
I turned to look at him and nodded.
"You should apologize to me, but your staff member owes me an even bigger apology."
I walked up to Odile and asked, word by word, "Do you remember what you said earlier?"
Odile looked at me with eyes full of wariness and defiance.
In an instant, she seemed to remember something. Her lips trembled, and she looked at me with complete reluctance.
So it seemed she did remember what she said, but others didn't know.
I said loudly, "Earlier, you said that if I could afford anything in your store, you would kneel down and apologize to me. Now I want to buy the biggest stuffed rabbit over there. What do you think?"
The store manager gasped, and people around us exclaimed in amazement.
This rabbit had been displayed here for many years. A regular-sized rabbit cost about three thousand dollars.
Not to mention this rabbit was ten times the size of a regular one.
Odile let out a scream. "How is that possible? How could you possibly afford these things? Did you steal it?"
I rolled my eyes and took out the black card again.
I beckoned to the store manager with my finger, telling him to bring the POS machine.
The moment it showed successful payment, I smiled at Odile and said, "If I stole this card, do you think I'd dare to swipe it so freely?"
When the store manager saw the successful payment screen, his whole face lit up with joy.
He said to me with a beaming smile, "Would you like me to wrap it up for you?"
I nodded, turned to him, and said, "Please help me deliver this rabbit to this address."
I took out a business card that Athena had prepared in advance.
When the store manager saw the address on it, his face changed dramatically.
His ruddy complexion instantly turned deathly pale.
I looked at his gradually trembling hands with a half-smile and asked, "What's wrong, manager? People who don't know might think I gave you a cemetery address."
The store manager looked at me, shaking, and even started stuttering.
"Isn't this the address where Mr. Moretti lives?"
At the mention of Kane's name, everyone's expression changed.
Here, no one didn't know Kane's identity, the famous heir to the mafia.
Even if they didn't know what Kane did, the news was always showing how he dealt with someone today, or how much ammunition he bought the other day.
They all knew that Kane's name was practically synonymous with death.
The store manager finally realized who he had offended. Clutching the business card, he fell to his knees with a thud, hands clasped together, looking at me pleadingly.
"I'm sorry, miss. I didn't know your relationship with Mr. Moretti. If you like anything in my store, please take whatever you want. I'll pay for it."
I looked at him and gently shook my head. "If I want to buy something, I'll pay for it myself."
The store manager seemed to think I was quite reasonable. His eyes darted around, and he shuffled forward a few steps on his knees.
"Then you won't tell Mr. Moretti about this?"
I glanced at Odile, who was still immersed in shock and hadn't come to her senses, and said with a smile, "Even if I don't tell my husband, I'm afraid he'll still find out about the humiliation I suffered in your store today."
Hearing me say Kane was my husband, Odile looked even more shocked.
She seemed unwilling to accept this and shook her head violently. "How is that possible? How could Kane fall for a woman from the slums like you, and you're a nun!"
I spread my hands and said to her with a smile, "Perhaps in a way, I should thank your brother. It was he who sold me to Mr. Moretti as a gambling stake, which gave me the chance to become his wife."
This statement deeply upset Odile.
Years ago, Luca had also used her as a gambling stake and traded her to another man.
But that man was just a good-for-nothing who did nothing but gamble and drink all day, and was abusive.
Now I had married the top mafia boss with endless wealth.
Jealousy suddenly erupted in her eyes.
But she couldn't say anything, only kept repeating.
"Impossible, this is impossible. How could someone as noble as Kane possibly be interested in you?"
At this moment, Athena, who had been following behind me silently without speaking, looked coldly at Odile, who was still shaking her head and denying that I was Kane's wife.
"The lady before you, Miss Sonya, is indeed the mistress of our Moretti Family. They just held a grand wedding a few days ago. Does this young lady not even watch the news?"
Odile seemed to have all the strength drained from her body and collapsed to the ground.
I looked at her dejected appearance and shook my head inwardly.
People are always like this - they judge what kind of person you are based on your clothes, appearance, and the price of your phone.
I believed that with Odile's personality, if it wasn't me who walked in today but another plainly dressed girl, she would have mocked and ridiculed them just as mercilessly.
I felt no sympathy for Odile in my heart. Of course, I didn't want her dead either.
After Kane found out about this, he might really feed her to the sharks.
I thought for a moment, looked at the store manager, and said, "Everything broken today has nothing to do with me. I don't know if you can fix your surveillance system, but if you can, open your eyes and see what really happened."
At this moment, the store manager seemed like a different person.
He understood what I meant and immediately looked at Odile with a cold face, saying to her, "Today's losses in the store will be deducted from your salary."
Odile's expression was pained.
She grabbed the store manager's pant leg, pleading repeatedly, "Manager, I'm begging you! With my salary, I couldn't pay for these things even in ten years!"
The store manager looked at her with a very cold expression. "Who told you to offend Mrs. Moretti?"
When he called my name, his tone was full of flattery.
I turned my face away, not wanting to look at him.
Odile finally realized something. She crawled toward me, grabbed my pants pleadingly, and said, "For the sake of us being relatives, please help me pay this money! If I really have to repay it with my salary, it's no different from taking my life!"
Odile's eyes were full of pleading, but I didn't soften at all.
I knew that for someone like her, she didn't truly think she was wrong.
She only knew she might die, so she had no choice but to bow her head.