Chapter 218
Nora bit her lip, thinking about the card Michael had given her. If she bought a bag, he wouldn't be upset, would he?
She sneaked a glance at the bags on the counter, then looked at the prices.
Forget it, forget it.
What kind of bag costs over three hundred thousand dollars?
That's crazy.
"Broke loser." The supervisor noticed Nora's hesitation and shock, and snorted, "The ones displayed outside are all regular styles. If you can't even afford the regular ones, you've got some nerve standing here."
The supervisor pointed to the VIP room where Emma was hiding, "See that place? You'll never set foot in there in your lifetime."
Unless you spent several million dollars at their store, don't even think about getting in there.
"Stop looking down on people." Savannah told the supervisor not to go too far.
"Me, looking down on people? If she can afford this three-hundred-thousand-dollar bag, I'll bark like a dog." The supervisor rolled her eyes, "If you can't afford it, get out. Don't lower the class of our store."
Security came in to clear the area, ushering out the reporters and onlookers.
Emma's bodyguards and people from her company also arrived to escort Emma away.
Once Emma left, those reporters all chased after her.
"I'm getting off work soon, just give me two minutes, I'll take you to get something good to eat." Savannah patted Nora's head.
She looked just like a pitiful person who was easy to bully, bully, so it's no wonder she wonder she got picked on everywhere she went.
Because Nora looked too easy to bully.
Even a luxury store supervisor dared to snap at her.
Nora nodded and stood there waiting for Savannah.
"You're not going anywhere. there's a meeting at noon!" The supervisor deliberately blocked Savannah, refusing to let her leave work.
"About your friend coming to the store to eat and drink without buying anything, you need to explain this properly to the store manager." The supervisor said smugly, "The manager will be here soon."
Clearly, the supervisor had tattled.
Sure enough, the store manager had already come in.
"Savannah, I heard you leaked customer privacy, causing customers to be mobbed by reporters and triggering negative publicity?" The store manager was somewhat angry and spoke sternly again, "We're in sales—we don't care how many mistresses a customer has; we only care about performance! How are you going to make up for the losses you've caused the store?"
"It has nothing to do with Savannah. That man's wife is my friend, and I was the one who called her here." Nora said angrily. She wasn't even an employee of the store.
The store manager was a very elegant woman, dressed in high-end custom clothing that looked extremely expensive.
She looked Nora up and down in her high heels, "Are you our customer?"
"What customer? Someone like her probably can't even afford a pair of our earrings." The supervisor said sarcastically.
"Since you're not a customer, can you afford to pay for the losses you've caused our store?" The store manager asked angrily.
"I didn't know this place had reached a level where my wife couldn't afford to shop here?" At the entrance, Michael's voice was low and suppressed, his whole demeanor dark and intimidating.
Everyone froze for a moment, turning around in shock to look at Michael.
"Mr. Smith." Nora nervously rushed over, signaling him not to talk nonsense, not in public.
"Mr. Smith?" The store manager snapped out of her shock, not having heard clearly what Michael had just said.
Michael reached out and pulled Nora into his arms, his attitude already very clear.
The supervisor's face went pale with fear.
Michael?
Michael from the Smith Group?
Wasn't he supposed to be getting engaged to the Clark family?
After the initial shock, the supervisor's eyes still showed disdain. She had accused others of being mistresses, but wasn't this woman also a lover who couldn't be seen in public?
"Savannah, based on Nora's preferences, whatever she likes, don't worry about the price. Send all the new releases to the house regularly." Michael was crediting the sales to Savannah's account.
Savannah silently gave the big boss a thumbs up.
Her income for this month was secured, and quite generously at that.
Nora stammered, looking at Michael, "What do I need so many bags for?"
"I just want to fill up the closet at home for you," Michael said very seriously.
"But I don't need that many bags, I don't even carry bags." Nora quickly waved her hands.
Michael narrowed his eyes, clearly unmoved.
Nora had no choice but to whisper in Michael's ear, "These bags aren't worth that much money. How about you just give me the cash instead?"
Nora thought Michael was being a bit wasteful.
Michael laughed out loud, looking down at Nora. How could she be so cute? "Didn't I already hand over all my money to you?"
Nora was a bit slow to catch on.
"The card I gave you is linked to my main card, with no limit. You can swipe it however you want." Michael ruffled Nora's hair, then glanced at Savannah, "Are you off work? I'll take you both to dinner."
Savannah was so excited she almost jumped. The big boss was treating them!
The supervisor and store manager didn't dare speak anymore, especially the store manager, who nervously stepped forward, "Mr. Smith, I'm sorry, this is a misunderstanding. I didn't know..."
"It seems you need to go back for some training on how to manage, and your eye for hiring people also needs improvement." Michael reminded the store manager about who should be kept and who shouldn't.
The supervisor was already terrified and didn't dare speak to Michael at all.
Savannah rolled her eyes. Talk about bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
The Smith Group.
Nolan sat in his office with a dark expression, looking at the news and public opinion on his phone.
"Chairman, right now on all the major platforms and news headlines, it's all about the Clark family. It's very difficult to suppress."
"The Smith Group's PR and the Clark family's PR working together still couldn't suppress it?" Nolan was shocked. "Does Michael know about this?"
Besides Michael, who else could have the ability to leave both the Smith Group's and the Clark family's PR teams helpless?
"Is it the Wood family?" Nolan rubbed his temples.
Was it Walter?
"It doesn't seem to be. After all, these entertainment media reporters, internet trolls, and influencers form a very large group, widely distributed. It's not easy to deal with them one by one. Different platforms, different media reporters, all the major online platforms are competing to report on this. They're not afraid of you or the Clark family, so there must be a stronger backing supporting them."
The assistant was also puzzled about who exactly had such capabilities.
"One person couldn't pull this off." Nolan wasn't stupid either, "It seems we have more enemies than we imagined."
Those helping to hype this up behind the scenes were definitely not just one person.
"Indeed, we've found some clues pointing to Unity Realty. Unity Realty has risen rapidly in recent years. Although they don't directly compete with the Smith Group, they've climbed too fast."
Nolan stood up, looking out the window, "Look into Unity Realty carefully, their capital operations behind the scenes, who exactly is behind them."
Better safe than sorry. Unity Realty had already seriously threatened the Smith Group's leading position in the business circle.
"Then the press conference at 3:30 this afternoon, should we still..." The assistant wiped his sweat.
"What press conference! We'll talk about it when the Clark family manages to suppress this!" Nolan was very angry.
At noon, after lunch, Michael took Nora back.
Probably because she had something on her mind, Nora hadn't slept well last night, constantly thinking about how to deal with the Clark family today.
Looking at Nora sleeping in his arms, Michael's lips curved upward.
"Mr. Smith, public opinion about the Clark family has exploded."
Michael raised his eyebrows with satisfaction, showing off to his subordinate, "My wife's idea."
Nora really didn't just always surprise him, she was also smart in a way that made his heart ache.
Being so smart, why had she always endured and suffered those grievances and bullying all these years?
Because Nora felt she was guilty, she had always been atoning.
This time she took action, it was also for him, wasn't it?
From the moment Michael saw the Bible under Nora's pillow, he understood that Nora's endurance over the years wasn't just because she hadn't found backing or support—she felt she was a sinner.
A sinner who had occupied someone else's twenty-one years of life and enjoyed everything that shouldn't have belonged to her.
But Nora didn't know that she actually deserved better.
"Nora, don't believe in God, believe in me." Michael's voice was hoarse as he gently traced Nora's facial features.