Chapter 362 I'll Compensate
Scarlett just couldn't wrap her head around Sebastian's ridiculous demands, but she couldn't say no to him either. When she tried to soften her tone, his sharp comebacks just kept hitting her hard, pushing her patience to the edge and making her want to curse.
When she got serious, he got even more blunt. Just a simple "Your assistant..." would make her cave in.
So, after twenty minutes of back-and-forth, Scarlett gave in again. Holding a fork, she gritted her teeth and said, "If you want me to go to the party, at least get me a dress. I hate wasting time shopping."
Sebastian wiped his mouth, got up from the table with that usual air of arrogance, and said, "Pick your own dress. But if you think your black and white outfit is good enough, I won't stop you."
Could he be any more annoying? Scarlett rolled her eyes. A jerk was always a jerk, no matter the situation!
"Thanks for the reminder. I know what to do," Scarlett muttered, wishing she could rip his heart out to see if it was as rotten as he was.
"You better know, or I'll remind you in my own way," Sebastian shot back.
'Get lost!' she wanted to scream, but she held it in.
Scarlett picked up the invitation again: [James Rivera's Inauguration Gala as Chairman of Infinite International Group.]
Who the heck was James Rivera?
Didn't matter. These fancy parties were all the same: big shots showing off, small fries eating and drinking, and everyone else trying to get noticed. Just another boring elite gathering, full of mind games and scheming.
After doing the dishes, Scarlett picked a low-key Phaeton and headed to Global Mall. She bought clothes she liked without second-guessing herself, saving a ton of time.
The latest simple black cocktail dress from Givenchy—she'd seen it in a magazine, but it was too popular and might lead to a fashion disaster. PASS!
A Chanel fishtail floor-length evening gown with a sexy design and deep V-neck that showed off her figure, but she wasn't the star of the show, so being too flashy was a no-go. PASS!
A pure white Versace dress with intricate details that needed too many accessories, all glittering with gold. PASS!
She was quickly browsing the first floor of the mall when she heard women arguing in a nearby store. The argument started off somewhat polite but soon got louder, with crude language and even a hint of a physical fight.
Scarlett frowned. Was this really how people should act in public?
"Kelly! You're such a bitch! What are you showing off for? Get lost!" A scream caught Scarlett's attention.
Hearing the name Kelly, she instinctively looked towards the glass door of the Gucci flagship store. Through the transparent glass, she saw a petite figure standing face-to-face with a woman at least 4 inches taller, both arguing fiercely.
Kelly? The same Kelly who had dragged her along that day?
Scarlett's feet moved on their own to the store entrance. Kelly was in a heated argument with a stranger, and the taller woman had grabbed Kelly's hair, making her grimace in pain while struggling to fight back. "Say one more word, and I'll strangle you!"
"Brooklyn is already dead, what are you showing off for? No one is here to protect you now! Why are you still acting up? Without her, do you think anyone would care about you?" the taller woman shouted.
Kelly's eyes widened as she looked at Ashley, the woman she was in a fight with, "You can insult me, but you can't insult Brooklyn! Ashley, be careful, Brooklyn might curse you from heaven! The Mitchells are all bitches! And so are you!"
Scarlett walked over and stood among a group of stunned salespeople. Her height advantage instantly made her the focal point of the store.
"Kelly?" Scarlett hesitated for a moment, but she didn't call out to Kelly out of confused bewilderment. The questioning tone only highlighted her calmness.
"Brooklyn? Brooklyn!" Kelly shouted.
Ashley, who was pulling Kelly's hair, looked at Scarlett and sneered, "Who are you?"
Scarlett crossed her arms and looked at her, her cold voice devoid of any emotion, "Don't ask who I am. Let go of her."
"Let go of her? She tore my clothes. I won't forgive her that easily!" Ashley said arrogantly.
Scarlett looked Ashley up and down. Ashley's necklace, bracelet, clothes, and handbag were all top-tier luxury items, indicating she was wealthy or perhaps a mistress to someone rich. But her attitude certainly didn't match that of a rich heiress.
"Let go. I'll compensate you for the torn clothes," Scarlett said.
Ashley laughed, looking at Scarlett with disdain. Scarlett's simple black and white outfit didn't show any brand, though her bag was quite valuable. However, Ashley had seen many people like her and wasn't impressed.
Ashley suddenly let go, causing Kelly to fall into Scarlett's arms. Scarlett held her by the shoulders and whispered, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
Kelly looked up at her as if she had seen a savior.
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