novelxo Chapter 23
Suddenly, Whitney’s hand was slapped, and Roselyn snatched the shirt away.
Her arm was still smarting from the last time Whitney and her thug buddy roughed her up at the club. Today, she was hell–bent
on humiliating Whitney.
With a sneer, Roselyn said, “Whitney, this is a Hermès counter. Can you read it? Do you think you’re still that jet–setting socialite
who used to be front row at fashion shows?
And you, sales clerks, times have changed. Why are you letting every Tom, Dick, and Harry in here to pollute the view of us
esteemed VIPs?”
The clerk, eager to appease Roselyn, immediately looked at Whitney with disdain.
Tiana was about to rush forward in Whitney’s defense, but Whitney stopped her with a hand.
Roselyn picked up a dress with an air of superiority, “This is Monica’s custom gown worth 880 grand. You’re with some nobody
who can’t even afford my medical bills. Do you think you can afford a scrap of this dress? And what are you wearing?”
She viciously pulled at Whitney’s collar to inspect her clothes, “Monet? Ha, must be a knockoff!
Everyone, take a look! The once untouchable Ms. Valentine is wearing fakes now. Oh, how the mighty have fallen! Sales clerks,
be careful, don’t let the poor steal anything!”
Whitney wanted to laugh, curious about what L would say if he heard someone questioning the authenticity of his clothes.
“Shouldn’t you be throwing out this down–and–out who can’t afford to buy anything with a black card?” Roselyn thought smugly,
sure that publicly stepping on Whitney would earn her points with Monica.
The clerk hesitated, moving to usher Whitney out.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Whitney produced her smartphone, with a gold–embossed black card resting on top. She
approached the counter and calmly said, “I’ll take the entire collection in this store, including the dress she’s holding – the
precious gown Monica wants.” She glanced back at Roselyn with a mocking smile.
The store fell into an eerie silence, punctuated only by gasps.
The clerks‘ faces transformed, and Roselyn’s turned ashen.
Disbelieving, Roselyn charged at her. “Impossible, how could you have a black card? Clerk, check her card. It must be a fake!”
Whitney completed the transaction without batting an eyelid, and millions were paid successfully!
Roselyn’s face turned livid, and the onlookers began to mock her.
Tiana snatched the gown from Roselyn and tore it, sneering, “See now? We don’t even bother tearing into people like you. Oops,
my bad, I tore it a bit. But ragged clothes suit a vile person like Monica anyway. Here, take it back to her with my compliments!”
“Tiana, you bitch, you...”
“What’s the matter, can’t afford a black card and still not scurrying away, waiting for me to kick your ass?” Tiana’s voice was
fierce, and she looked ready to throw a punch.
Roselyn left the store, clutching the torn gown, her face devoid of all dignity.
She immediately called, whining, “Monica, Whitney tore your dress!”
“What? You can’t handle this one thing. You’re useless!” Monica’s voice was icy.
Roselyn’s face darkened with malice. She and Monica were just fair–weather friends. If it were not for Monica’s current power,
she would not bother sucking up. Holding back her rage, she informed Monica, “Whitney has a
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gold embossed black card. She just bought the whole store’s collection and humiliated me thoroughly.”
Monica, full of envy, scoffed. “Impossible, are you blind? Whitney’s barely making ends meet. Didn’t you say that her nobody
boyfriend couldn’t even pay your medical bills, and now she has a black card? They’re probably putting on airs with borrowed
money!”
She did not care about what Roselyn said, her voice filled with venom as she said, “That bitch, she’s caused scandals for my
mother, Ha, my dad has already forgiven my mom, and she’s working on something. Wait and see how long Whitney can strut
around. She’ll be done for soon.”
Roselyn immediately flattered, “Yvonne sure is skilled.”
Meanwhile, in the Valentine Mansion’s bedroom.
In the afternoon, Yvonne used all her tricks to please Preston, and after his mood visibly improved, she finally lay down, panting.
Though aging. Yvonne’s figure was still youthful, but the effort left her breathless. She clenched her fists when thinking about
how Whitney had exposed her past. Fortunately, Preston had quashed the trending searches, and the taunts from the other high
society ladies had subsided. Yvonne had managed to preserve her reputation and status.
Cuddling Preston, she cooed, “Darling, I’ve dealt with Phebe. She finally agreed to Simon and Monica’s engagement. But
Monica still needs a dowry. If we gave the East Side resort as a generous gift, our daughter would shine.”
“Then it’s hers,” he said simply.
Yvonne’s eyes gleamed, “But Whitney’s grandfather left that resort. Even though we’ve taken all her assets, the resort needs her
signature.”
Preston looked at her, and Yvonne’s eyes reflected a ruthless smile. “That girl has crossed us all, hurt Monica, and had you
attacked... This time, when she comes back, not only will I make her sign, but I’ll also ensure she never causes trouble again.
Then no one will compete with Monica for the jewelry contest.”
Understanding her meaning, Preston’s expression darkened, and he nodded. “You’ve done well with Monica’s engagement.”
Yvonne felt a shiver of triumph. She would kill two birds with one stone, ensuring the downfall of that bitch.
Back at the boutique, Tiana teased Whitney about her black card, “And here I was, wanting to buy you a dress to cheer you up,
but you had a trump card up your sleeve.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’ve been fighting with your Lutz family fiancé, haven’t you? And your old man’s cut you off?” Whitney hit the
nail on the head.
Tiana’s expression took a slight dip before breaking into a teasing grin. “Your mysterious hubby must be loaded! You swipe that
card for a few million, and he doesn’t even call to chew you out. Whitney, seriously, no matter who he is or how he looks, you
should totally snag him!”
Whitney just sighed. The credit card was a parting gift from L before she left, and she had not intended to use it at all. “I was just
showing off for a second. I’m planning to return all the clothes later,”
“Return them? No way, you should try this one on, and this one!” Tiana thrust a couple of outfits at Whitney and pushed her
towards the fitting rooms.
As Whitney opened Facebook to explain the spending spree to a certain someone, Tiana was already pestering her from the
outside. “Hurry up! I want to check out the handbags next. Come out and show me how it looks!”
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