Chapter 875
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Nearby, a child stood admiring the same jacket. A fashionable woman in her thirties, dressed youthfully with a polished style, stood beside him. The boy, around ten years old, wore a sleek all-black outfit and had striking features. It was Lila and her son.
“Mom, I want this one!” Seth exclaimed, grabbing the Spider-Man jacket and stamping his foot, tears welling up in his eyes.
A cheerful sales assistant walked over, saying, “This Spider-Man down jacket comes with a bonus. When you buy the jacket, you get a free figurine.”
She pointed to a display case behind the register. Inside it stood over twenty action figures, each more than a foot tall, showcasing characters from “Pacific Rim,” “Transformers,” “Spider-Man,” and “Captain America.”
Seth’s gaze immediately locked onto one of the “Pacific Rim” figures.
He liked the jacket, but he wanted both.
Lila sighed. “Seth, this jacket costs over seven thousand. That’s way too expensive for us right now. Can we find a jacket you like somewhere else?”
Seth shook his head, his voice rising. “No! I want this one!”
As Brenna and the others stepped inside the store, they immediately noticed the scene—a mother and son locked in a standoff, one refusing to budge, the other trying to reason.
For a moment, Brenna felt the boy looked oddly familiar, though she couldn’t quite recall where she had seen him before.
She let the thought go and walked toward Patrick, gently ruffling his hair. “So, you like the Spider-Man jacket?”
Patrick gave a quick nod and tugged her hand toward the cashier. He pointed at the display case. “I want that ‘Pacific Rim’ figurine. If we buy the Spider-Man jacket, we can get the figurine for free!”
“Then go ahead and get it,” said Brenna with a smile.
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A bright cheer burst from Patrick. “Brenna, I love you!” he shouted before eagerly turning to the pretty sales assistant. “Hi, I really like the other ‘Pacific Rim’ figurines too. If we buy more jackets, can we get more of them?”
The sales assistant, recognizing the excitement in Patrick’s voice, took a glance at Brenna’s designer coat—a high-end international brand worth over two hundred thousand—and realized the boy came from a wealthy family.
“For every ten thousand you spend, you can get one figurine for free. Feel free to look around and select more jackets,” she said with a smile.
Patrick’s face lit up even more as he turned to Brenna, eyes wide. “Can I get more jackets, please?”
Before Brenna could answer, Ellie walked over and gently pinched her son’s ear. “Hey, your mother is standing right here. Why are you asking Brenna for things? Do you think I can’t afford it?”
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