"Sally, where are you going?" Florence called out to Sarah Sullivan who was heading out the door.
"Just running some errands," Sarah replied blandly.
"Be careful on the road... But how come you're going out dressed like that? It's so shabby! Didn't I prepare lots of clothes, shoes, and bags for you? Don't you like them? If not, I'll get you something else!"
Florence noticed that Sarah was still wearing the clothes from yesterday.
A beige hoodie, probably bought a size too large, so it was quite loose,
the hood hung down, covering half of her face.
Faded jeans and unbranded sneakers.
The whole outfit wouldn't cost more than 300 yuan.
Yet in the courtyard where Sarah was staying, there was a closet over 3000 square meters.
Louis Vuitton, Burberry, Dior, Chanel, Hermes, Prada, Gucci... A collection of all the world's top luxury brands for women.
Clothes, shoes, handbags, perfumes, cosmetics... all the most fashionable and limited edition items right now.
Florence even used her connections to get Sarah items that hadn't been released yet.
Not knowing Sarah's preferences, Florence's shopping principle was "I won't choose, I'll take them all."
She didn't buy item by item, but series by series.
But Sarah hadn't worn any of them, which made Florence a bit upset.
"It's comfortable this way." Sarah tossed out those four words and left.
Watching the girl's slender back, Florence clicked her tongue and said, "Sister-in-law, see how simple Sally is? She doesn't care about those luxury goods at all. Unlike some girls who are so vulgar, I heard they would sleep with someone just to buy a new iPhone."
Mrs. Varley snorted, "Florence, don't flatter that girl too much! She doesn't want those clothes, she'll have you cash them in for her instead."
Florence felt awkward, and was about to speak a few more words for Sarah when she saw the girl turn back.
"Give me some money."
Sarah extended her hand.
Florence was stunned for a moment, then quickly smiled, "Haha, you see, it was my oversight, girls need pocket money when they go out—"
Florence was about to search her bag when Sarah frowned and said, "Pocket money isn't enough, it needs to be in full."
Florence was so flustered by Sarah she could almost cry.
She thought to herself, my little aunt, can't you say a little less?
You might not feel embarrassed, but I do!
"Take this card, don't let anyone think the Varley clan is stingy with you!"
Mrs. Varley handed a black card to Sarah with a cold laugh.
The Centurion Card, the most prestigious, top-tier, and mysterious card in the world.
Issued by American Express, the largest global travel services and financial conglomerate, it's known as the "Card of Cards."
The Centurion Card has no spending limit.
Theoretically, you could take this card to any bank, and swipe until the bank went bankrupt.
Holders of the card can enjoy the most exclusive and personalized services globally.
Including 24-hour "Whatever You Need" concierge services, VIP seats at global events, and exclusive privileges at top private clubs in major cities worldwide.
This is something countless people dream of, yet Mrs. Varley casually gave it to Sarah as pocket money for a street outing.
For the Varley clan, money is the least valuable thing.
Sarah glanced at the card, said nothing, and left again.
Watching Sarah leave and seeing her sister-in-law's gloomy face, Florence decided to stay at her own house for a few days to avoid getting stuck in the middle of things.
...
After leaving the old Varley mansion, Sarah first went to the bank and transferred the 40 million Florence gave her yesterday to her adoptive father's account.
The amount was huge, and it would take a few days to process.
Sarah left, heading to River Road in Huston.
There, the country's largest herbal market could be found, which was the very reason Sarah asked the Varley family for money.
She wanted to buy some herbs to help Anthony Varley wake up sooner.
Thus, the money for these herbs had to come from the Varley family as well.
The 40 million she had, 30 million was for a celebratory marriage, and 10 million was her fee for being a stepmother, no reason it should be spent on Anthony.
A contract marriage is just a transaction, it must be clearly priced and accounted for.
Of course, even though Sarah knew this black card was worth a fortune, she wouldn't recklessly use the money in it.
What rightfully belongs to her cannot be lessened by even a fraction.
If it doesn't belong to her, Sarah does not covet it.
...
Walking just a few hundred meters on River Road, Sarah's hands were already stuffed with over a dozen advertisement flyers.
Nasal surgeries, breast augmentation, liposuction, laser hair removal, micro cosmetic procedures... all introductions to various medical aesthetics projects.
Not only is River Road home to Huston's largest herbal market, it's also a hub for medical aesthetics and cosmetic surgery institutions, with more than a dozen clinics large and small nearby.
"Interested in wrinkle and spot removal? We're currently offering a 20% discount..."
Again, a boy with acne all over his face stopped her, trying to brainwash her with his sales pitch.
Sarah, truly annoyed, pulled off her hood: "Do you think I need these procedures?"
The acne-faced boy stared at the face in front of him, a face like a painting, and was instantly stunned, letting the flyers flutter to the ground, completely forgetting to pick them up.
This scene was perfectly witnessed by Nora Sullivan, who had just walked out of the "True Elegance" cosmetic center.
She clenched her fists tightly, eyes filled with deep envy and resentment.
Why?
Why should a girl who grew up in a small mountain valley, who couldn't even afford top-of-the-line cosmetics, not even facial cleanser, be so breathtaking and enchanting?
Yet she herself, after undergoing a dozen or so discreet corrective surgeries at a cost of over 5 million, indeed looking exquisite and charming, instantly pales beside this Sarah!
Even wearing the same clothes, it's like the difference between a buyer's display and a seller's show.
Is this fair to her?
Fortunately... fortunately, when it comes to winning people over, not even ten Sarahs could match her.
That's why she can rightfully claim everything that originally belonged to her!
With this thought, Nora's eyes shone with pride and mockery.
The sound of "pitter-patter" suddenly rose; without warning, a torrential downpour fell from the sky.
"Miss, get in the car."
The Sullivan family driver brought their Benz to a stop beside Nora Sullivan.
"Mr. Lee, wait a moment, it's raining, I'll go give my sister an umbrella."
Nora sweetly said.
"Miss Nora really is kind-hearted, much better than that foster daughter who doesn't know her place!"
The Sullivan family driver meant it partly as a compliment, but also sincerely.
Nora Sullivan, as the eldest young miss of the Sullivan family, had always been unpretentious and courteous to the servants.
Indeed, she was much better at socializing than that foster daughter.
"Sister, here's an umbrella for you, so you won't get wet. We girls can't catch a cold. Where are you going? Let me have my driver take you, it's hard to get a cab in this weather." Nora Sullivan ran over to Sarah, speaking so warmly.
But she deliberately emphasized the words "my driver."
The tone was filled with pride and superiority.
It was both a show-off and charity to Sarah.
"Stop acting, I'm not your fan, nor do I have bananas to throw at you."
Sarah, eager to buy the herbs, grew increasingly impatient with Nora as she blocked her way.