Chapter 693 Who is the VIP Guest?
Lola was so mad she actually laughed. "You better think this through. My spending alone is like a hundred, maybe a thousand times more than your average customer."
"Yeah, we got that. Now, please leave." A bunch of sales clerks dumped her thirty-plus shopping bags by the door.
Lola felt like she was sitting on a cactus and suddenly blew up. "Get your manager here! Is this how a top-tier brand treats its VIPs?"
"Sorry, but you're already on our blacklist. And yeah, this is the manager's call."
"What did you just say?" Lola's face went dark.
"This way, please." The sales clerks all bowed in sync, making a "get out" gesture.
Lola was fuming. "Looks like your brand doesn't need VIPs. Fine, I'll take this up with your higher-ups and see if they're as chill about losing valuable customers as you are!"
"Even if you complain to HQ, it won't change a thing. Please leave." Hearing this, Lola couldn't keep her cool and stormed out in her high heels.
The manager, seeing her leave, called Kitty over, "You, out too!"
"Manager."
"No excuses. If you upset Mrs. Harris, we're all in deep trouble! Now get out!"
Kitty looked tearfully towards the second floor, hoping Bonnie would cut her some slack. She had no clue the simply dressed girl downstairs was Bonnie's niece.
If she had known, she wouldn't have dared to snatch the clothes from her.
Seeing Kitty leave in tears, the manager turned to the others and barked, "From now on, keep your eyes open. Don't piss off someone important! If it happens again, it'll be way worse!"
"Yes, manager."
After chewing everyone out, the manager rushed upstairs to explain to Bonnie, "Mrs. Harris, sorry to interrupt your shopping with the young lady. That rude woman has been kicked out; she's blacklisted and won't be allowed back. Also, the sales clerk Kitty who offended the young lady has been fired. These two dresses are gifts from our store to the young lady. I hope Mrs. Harris and the young lady can calm down and not let those two uncouth people ruin your mood."
Bonnie kept browsing the clothes, her eyes never leaving the rack, and asked slowly, "Does the Harris family need these two dresses?"
"Of course not, Mrs. Harris. Everyone knows the Harris family's loaded. These two dresses are our store's way of saying sorry for the hassle. As the manager, I feel deeply sorry and take full responsibility."
Bonnie said coldly, "Seems like our inconvenience isn't a big deal to the manager."
The manager panicked and quickly said, "From now on, everything Mrs. Harris and the young lady buy in our store will be 20% off after the member discount!"
It was practically giving stuff away.
No choice; they had messed with the wrong people. Lucky they weren't losing money.
"What color clothes was she wearing?" Bonnie asked casually while picking out a stylish dress, "What does she look like?"
The manager immediately got who Bonnie was talking about. "She was in a pink suit, a white beret, and had brown wavy hair."
Bonnie smoothly pulled out her phone from her bag and dialed Jacques.
Her tone was all chill and laid-back. "Spread the word: any store on Riviera Avenue that dares to sell anything to a chick in a pink suit, white beret, and brown wavy hair is gonna be out of business."
Hearing this, the manager quickly signaled the sales clerks downstairs to shut the store!
They were scared another clueless customer would come in and tick off Bonnie.
After finishing the call, Bonnie had someone carry the clothes she picked and gracefully walked downstairs.
Her presence was always so striking, her stylish outfit making her look like a sophisticated and classy rich lady.
A sales clerk led the way for her.
Bonnie approached Abella with a smile. "Abella, I picked these for you. See if you like them."
The manager quickly pushed the clothes Bonnie had selected in front of Abella, respectfully saying, "Miss, here they are. Your aunt really spoils you, picking out so many at once."
Abella didn't expect Bonnie to have such a sharp eye. Every piece she picked matched her taste and had its own unique style. She smiled. "They all look great. I love them."
Bonnie smiled. "Then try them on. I bet they'll look even better on you."
She then told the manager beside her, "When your brand starts selling like hotcakes, don't forget my niece's contribution."
After all, Abella wearing them would be like a walking billboard, promoting the brand for free.
"Of course, we won't forget this Miss's contribution," the manager said respectfully with a smile.
At this moment, sales clerk Allyson came over with several shopping bags and politely said, "Mrs. Harris, these clothes were picked by the young lady and have already been paid for. She said they are for you."
Bonnie didn't expect Abella to be picking out clothes for her downstairs. Her smile became even more radiant.
"I'll try them on too." She looked at Abella with affection and warmth in her eyes.
The surrounding sales clerks were stunned. They didn't expect the usually imposing and regal lady to have such a gentle side.
Meanwhile, Lola called Henry's guys to load her thirty-plus shopping bags into the car. After cooling off for a bit, she continued shopping, planning to get back at Abella after she was done!
But when she got to another high-end store, the sales clerks were closing up!
"Why are you closing now?" Lola asked, confused, taking a step forward. "I wanna go in and shop."
This store sold luxury purses, and there was a new model out today that she had been eyeing for a while. If she didn't buy it now, it would be gone!
"Sorry, we have a VIP coming soon. Please understand," the sales clerk said politely.
Hearing this, Lola laughed mockingly. "What kind of spending makes someone a VIP in your eyes? I might be more loaded than your so-called VIP, bringing you higher sales and more profit."
The sales clerk chuckled. "Miss, you must be joking. This VIP has a distinguished status. Even if she doesn't buy a thing, she'll always be our VIP!"
Lola's face turned a bit sour. "Are you talking about Abella?"
The sales clerk seemed clueless about the name. "Sorry, I don't know who you're talking about."
"Then who else could be a VIP?" Lola asked, puzzled.
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