Chapter 584
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Meanwhile, Carol eagerly anticipated some retail therapy after her hospital stay. She longed for the company of her usual friends and reached out to them one by one, only to be turned down repeatedly.
“I can’t today, Carol. I’ve already missed too many dance classes—my mom would freak out if I skipped another.”
“Sorry, Carol, I’m down with a cold. Maybe try someone else?”
“Shopping? After our family suffered huge losses from the new venture with your family, I’m tiptoeing around at home. I’m not even thinking about asking for money, much less spending it frivolously. It’s astonishing you’re still in the mood for shopping. Perhaps you should think about assisting your brother with the company’s troubles instead.” With those words, Carol’s friend ended the call decisively.
Carol, wide-eyed with shock, hadn’t anticipated such a universal decline from her circle—especially from the typically compliant friend who now scolded her. This was outrageous.
As a Lawson, it was unthinkable that her friends would rebuff her so boldly.
Her irritation mounting, Carol resolved not to let these rejections spoil her day.
She could still indulge in a delightful shopping spree, flanked by bodyguards to handle her purchases and store employees eager to please her.
The suggestion to fret over Lawson Group’s problems was easily dismissed. Jeffery had downplayed the company’s predicaments, promising a swift resolution.
Her interest in Lawson Group’s affairs was minimal; her primary concern had always been her allowance. Even if she wanted to help, she doubted she would have any useful advice for Jeffery.
So, Carol proceeded to her favorite jewelry store, escorted by her imposing bodyguards, ready to indulge in some retail therapy.
“Where is everyone?” Carol inquired, perplexed by the lack of greeting as she lingered in the store.
R𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒯h𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 🅐t g𝓐l𝓷ovєls.𝓬•𝓶
Upon her entrance, the clerk behind the counter immediately recognized her. Yet, the clerk merely offered a quick glance and made no move to approach.
Irritation washed over Carol’s face. “I’m speaking to you! Is this how you treat a customer?”
Her raised voice quickly drew the attention of other store employees, and the manager hurried forward to address the situation. “What seems to be the problem here?” the manager asked sharply.
Carol retorted, “I should be the one asking that. I’ve shopped here frequently, yet your clerk ignored me completely today. Is she trying to get fired?”
The manager glanced at Carol, then turned to the clerk. “Please go to the back and sort the inventory. I’ll handle this.”
“Sure,” the clerk replied, flashing a polite smile before disappearing behind a curtain.
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