Chapter 1027
The associate replied politely, “I apologize, Jasmine, but this set has already been claimed.”
Jasmine frowned deeply. “I am a senior VIP at this store. I have priority purchasing rights.”
“Give it to me first.”
Technically, that was the corporate rule.
So the associate, looking incredibly awkward, jogged over to the lounge area where Claire was browsing other items and explained the situation.
Claire couldn’t comprehend the logic. “But I already said I’m buying it. First come, first served, right?”
If she had just been casually looking, she might have backed down.
But she had already handed over her card and was literally waiting for the receipt to
sign. How was that any different from fully purchasing it?
The associate had to scurry back to Jasmine and try to explain.
But Jasmine flatly rejected the reasoning, haughtily declaring, “Even if she had
already paid, she’d have to give it up for me.”
Her voice was obnoxiously loud, making it glaringly obvious she wanted Claire to hear.
Claire thought the screechy tone sounded awfully familiar.
She turned her head to look.
Tsk.
Weren’t these the exact same snobby women who had tried to steal their private booth at the auction?
Still as entitled and insufferable as ever.
Still obsessed with stealing things from other people.
If it had been literally anyone else today, Claire might have just let it go.
But for this particular group, she wasn’t giving up an inch.
So she told the associate bluntly, “I’m taking the jewelry. Run the card.”
When Jasmine locked eyes with Claire, her expression immediately turned icy.
She had crossed paths with Claire at the auction, so she recognized her perfectly.
She hadn’t expected to run into her nemesis again so soon.
Last time, Noreen had been there, and since Noreen owned the auction house, Jasmine’s group had been humiliatingly outplayed.
There was no way history would repeat itself here, right?
Without even tossing a side-eye at Claire, Jasmine marched up to the counter tilting her chin up, and commanded the associate with sheer entitlement. “I am a senior VIP. I have priority rights. Wrap itap and charge it to my account.”
With that, she whipped a gold-trimmed VIP card from her Birkin bag and slapped it aggressively onto the glass display case.
Behind her, Crystal Chelsea and the others casually took a seat across from Claire, shooting her disdainful smirks.
One of the wealthy wives bragged
loudly, “Mrs. Holt is a VVIP here.
Every new collection get
picked
through her first before anyone else’s even allowed to look. Doesn’t
this girl know the rules?”
Overflowing with superiority, Jasmine sneered without holding back. “Some things just can’t be bought with money alone. Not everyone is qualified to cross the threshold for a senior VIP membership.”
Without giving Claire a chance to respond, she snapped at the associate, “Swipe
the card. Don’t let her basic debit card waste everyone’s time.”
Claire took a deep breath, fighting down the urge to scream.
She glared at the trembling associate and demanded coldly, “Does your store seriously have this kind of policy? A senior member can just cut the line and snatch whatever someone else already claimed?”
The associate was practically sweating through her uniform, avoiding eye contact as she reluctantly nodded.
“Miss Chase, I am so sorry… Jasmine is indeed a top-tier VIP with us. According to corporate policy, they do have absolute priority purchasing rights on limited editions and haute couture pieces…”
Hearing this absurd but ironclad “policy,” the fire in Claire’s eyes instantly died out.
She was absolutely livid, but she couldn’t take it out on a helpless retail worker just doing her job.
Just as she was about to surrender the necklace, a cool, effortlessly authoritative voice drifted from behind her.