Chapter 385 Evening Plans
Layla was in a daze, not from the dazzling diamonds but from being knocked out by money.
So money really could knock someone out!
This $300,000 Himalaya Niloticus Birkin felt like a loud slap in the face, almost knocking Fanny unconscious on the spot.
The $40,000 bag in her hand, which was far less valuable than Layla's, suddenly turned into a cheap imitation.
Ironically, she had maxed out several credit cards to buy that bag, while Layla's bag was a gift from someone else. It was a huge a slap in the face.
Fanny's face turned red and she almost exploded.
After a few seconds of bewilderment, Cassandra began to interrogate the manager intensely, "How much did she pay you to stage this scene?"
"What do you mean?" The manager didn't understand what she was saying.
"Even foreign socialites and nobles need to reserve this bag for years, and you suddenly produce one? It must be fake."
Before the manager could respond, the saleswoman from earlier stepped forward briskly. "Stop talking nonsense. This man is the regional manager of Hermès in Y Continent. How could this be a staged act? This bag was originally ordered by Miss Eilish of the Eilish family and specially air-freighted from abroad. There's no way we would have fake items here."
Everyone was even more shocked when they heard that.
This person was even more influential than the Eilish family? And their surname was Holland?
In A City, the only family more powerful than the Eilish family was the Holland family.
Could Layla's sugar daddy really be Mr. Holland?
Impossible!
This was unbelievable.
Cassandra felt like she was in a mess, but she didn't want to give up. "Then it must be a fake. If it Miss Eilish ordered it, who would dare take it from her? It must be fake."
Cassandra reached out to grab the bag to prove her point, but before she could touch it, Layla stopped her.
"Don't touch my bag with your dirty hands," Layla warned.
"It's just a fake bag, stop acting. What? Are you afraid to show it to me? Are you afraid I'll expose it as a fake?"
The saleswoman couldn't stand it anymore, frowning as she spoke, "Are you out of your mind? How could our store have fake goods? You were just mocking Miss Adkins. You can't afford it yourself, yet you claim others' items are fake."
"If it's real, why don’t you let me verify it?"
"Have you ever used such an expensive bag? Would you know how to verify it?" the saleswoman retorted.
"I... " Cassandra blushed for a moment, then gritted her teeth. "I have a bunch of luxury bags, of course I know how to verify one."
"Those are probably just some third-rate items worth a few thousand dollars. You can't even afford a single diamond from Miss Adkins's bag. There's a huge difference between you. You’re trying to compare yourself with Miss Adkins while carrying a bag worth over a thousand dollars? You’re just asking for humiliation."
The saleswoman crossed her arms and sneered, "Miss Adkins is right, your hands are simply not worthy of touching the Himalaya Niloticus Birkin. If you soil it, you won't be able to afford the consequences."
"That's right, you can't afford it."
Cassandra was left red-faced.
"What? Are you trying to cause trouble? Security, security!"
"You..." Cassandra stuttered.
"Let it go, Cassandra, let's go," Fanny said, pulling her away with an angry face.
"She’s mocking me, we can't just let it go like this."
"Don’t you think you’ve embarrassed yourself enough?" Fanny suddenly shouted at her with anger blazing in her eyes.
Cassandra trembled in fear. She had to swallow her anger for the time being, muttering as she followed Fanny out.
"Miss Adkins, why would you associate with someone like that? It's beneath you," the saleswoman respectfully said, smiling.
"Can you help me send this bag back to the resort?" Layla considered the evening's events, unsure if that crazy Cassandra would go after her bag. This was a limited edition Himalaya Niloticus Birkin, and she would be heartbroken if it got dirty.
"Of course, I'd be happy to assist you. You are now a valued member of our brand, and I will contact you immediately when we have any new items. Please take care."
Cassandra, full of anger, walked out of the store, still cursing. She wasn't paying attention for a moment and bumped into Fanny, who pushed her away fiercely.
"Sorry, Ms. Taylor."
"Why did you cause a scene like that? Are you deliberately embarrassing me?" Fanny had been restraining her anger, but now it all exploded on Cassandra.
Cassandra felt wronged. "I was standing up for you."
"I didn’t ask you to stand up for me. You acted on your own and made me look bad."
"Layla's just being arrogant? That bag must be fake, I swear," Cassandra insisted, but when she saw that no one believed her, her voice grew more urgent. "You heard it, that bag was originally ordered by Miss Eilish. Who else besides Mr. Holland could take a bag from Miss Eilish? Layla's sugar daddy couldn't possibly be Mr. Holland."
That was indeed a point of doubt.
Although everyone had witnessed the power of "Mr. Holland," they still didn't dare connect him with Samuel. He was an untouchable figure!
"Ms. Taylor, she embarrassed you, you can't just let her go."
"Shut up." Fanny pulled Cassandra aside. "Let's leave it, don't stir up any more trouble for me, do as I say tonight."
Cassandra nodded vigorously as she thought about tonight's plan. "Okay, leave it to me."
After dinner, Cassandra suggested going to a nearby famous bar to have fun. Layla didn't like places like that, but she was still dragged along.
In the noisy bar, the crowd surged. Men and women danced shamelessly and wildly, indulging in passion.
Two sexy women were pole dancing in the middle of the stage, and the atmosphere was high.
However, Layla just found it noisy. Her heart felt uncomfortable from the music's vibrations.
As soon as they entered the bar, everyone instinctively let loose and started drinking, gambling, and squeezing into the dance floor to dance.
"A toast to Ms. Taylor."
"Cheers to Ms. Taylor."
"This place is very lively, it’s so much fun."
Everyone raised their glasses in unison and drank.
Layla symbolically clinked glasses with them, then set hers down.
"Layla, everyone just toasted, why aren't you drinking?" Cassandra provoked her.
"I don't like drinking."
"This is courtesy, don't you understand? You must drink."
"Yeah, we're toasting to Ms. Taylor. If you don’t drink, you’re disrespecting Ms. Taylor."
Layla pursed her lips and thought, 'why should she show respect to Fanny? Is she worthy of my respect?'
Her expression was self-evident. She was looking down on Fanny, which made Fanny burn with anger. Layla had looked down on her when she was a director, and Layla still looked down on her now that she was a CEO. She was even more of a joke now. It seemed like she looked glamorous on the outside but was actually ridiculous, like a clown.
Fanny’s hand tightened around her glass. She suppressed her anger and forced a fake smile. "Although there have been many conflicts between us, let's put those unpleasant things aside for now since we're out to have fun."
Fanny raised her glass.
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