Snow Jiang swiftly brought the black card out of her pocket, handing it over to the saleswoman.
She would have walked away and avoided all the trouble if she wasn't interested in the dress.
Have they never heard the phrase "Don't judge a book by its cover?"
The light from the ceiling reflected on the black card, and gasps followed as everyone watched with wide eyes.
Everyone knew what the black card meant, it belonged only to the elite of the elite, commonly referred to as the old money.
The saleswoman stuttered, shakingly stretching her hands out. "Y-yes, madam."
The lady in the flashy dress remained stunned in her spot, the other customers had begun whispering amongst themselves, saying the woman was just trying to frame Snow Jiang, and looking down on her.
The woman's chest swelled with anger, before the saleswoman could swipe the card, the woman held her hand stopping her midway.
