Chapter 180

Jennie? Hearing the name of the big boss, the sales associate froze.
Could this girl actually know the owner? But she looked like a middle schooler. How could she possibly know a world-renowned designer like Jennie?
While the associate hesitated, a saccharine voice floated in from the entrance.
“Don’t bother. Even if you find it, she can’t afford it.”
If seven hundred scared her off, how could she possibly afford twenty-eight hundred? She was just a fraud.
“Ms. Sherwin, it’s been too long!”
The associate immediately pushed past Janet, her face beaming as she greeted Yolanda.
“We have many new arrivals that would look perfect on you. Shall I show you?”
“Of course,” Yolanda said, clutching her hundred-thousand-dollar handbag. She deliberately strutted over to Juniper and looked her up and down.
Dressed like a beggar. Her old man was clearly a cheapskate, not even willing to buy her a decent outfit.
“Oh, my dear sister, long time no see,” Yolanda purred, flicking her hair back to show off a dazzling diamond necklace.
“It has been a while,” Juniper replied, her hands in her pockets, her cold eyes sweeping over Yolanda. “I’m surprised you weren’t beaten to death at the dance studio last time.”
“You”
The mention of the studio wiped the smile from Yolanda’s face. The humiliation and pain of that day were still fresh in her mind.
“Don’t think I don’t know you arranged all of that!” she hissed, glaring at Juniper with pure hatred.
“That’s right.” Juniper took a step closer and blinked innocently. “I did it on purpose. What about it?”
Yolanda flinched back, having learned from past encounters not to confront her directly.
Pathetic. Juniper sneered and turned her gaze back to the sales associate. “Find every piece of clothing in the store in her size,” she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.
“What?” The associate’s brow furrowed.
“If she wants them, go get them,” Yolanda chimed in with a smirk. “This is the famous Master Lunar, after all. I’m sure she can afford it.”
The associate frowned. The girl really didn’t look like she had the money. But Yolanda was a major client, so she reluctantly went to gather the clothes.
“Janet, go try them on,” Juniper said, pulling Saskia down to sit on the sofa and crossing her long legs.
Janet hesitated. It was too expensive.
“Go!” Juniper’s sharp tone left no room for refusal.
“Okay.”
Terrified of this version of Juniper, Janet obediently took the pile of clothes and scurried into the fitting room.
Saskia wanted to tell Juniper not to act on impulse, but one look at the girl’s icy expression and the words died in her throat. Sometimes she felt like Jumper was the adult and she was the timid one.
Yolanda watched her calm demeanor, her disgust growing. “Keep pretending,” she
thought. “Let’s see how long you can keep it up.”
“Bring me that haute couture trench
coat, the one that costs over a
million Yolanda announced,
crossing her arms and flaunting her
manicured nails. Over a millor
Juniper must be dying of envy.
“Juniper Saskia fretted. There were dozens of outfits. If they damaged any of
them, they could never afford to pay for them.
“Have a piece of candy,” Juniper
said, handing one to Saskia before opening her backpack. She
obediently took a sip of water, then pulled out her phone and found Jennie’s contact she typed a quick message: [You wanted to see me? I’m free now.] Content bétongs
She then sent her location.
Jennie, seeing the notification from her mentor, shot up from her chair, her fingers trembling as she replied: [Yes! I’m on my way! Please wait for me.]
She was also in Eclara City. This was the perfect chance to show her mentor her latest designs. She was sure to be praised.
A giddy smile spread across her face.