Belinda Swan's expression changed instantly. Winning? Of course, she had won. Could it be that this Nia Mitchell had won instead? She was just an ordinary woman, not worthy of anyone's special attention. Maxwell Peary was merely infatuated for a moment; he would come to his senses. He would realize who was truly fit to stand by his side.
"You seem to bear me ill will. Since you want this bag, go ahead and pay for it then."
Belinda Swan reluctantly placed the bag into the Salesperson's hands, making it clear she wouldn't compete with Nia Mitchell.
