Chapter 708 The Price of Vanity
Wendy was instantly delighted.
If Dulce had a boyfriend, she wouldn't compete with her for Francis, and Francis could give up too.
No wonder Francis looked so upset earlier.
Wendy felt smug; at least Dulce had some sense. Francis was hers, and no one else should think about competing.
"Mom, does Francis really like that woman?" Brianna asked rudely. "I don't like her at all. She's so pretty, she'll steal Francis away."
Parents are the role models for their children. However Wendy taught, Brianna would become the same.
The word "pretty" is a woman's greatest weapon.
Wendy glanced at her face in the rearview mirror. She had spots and didn't dress up. How could someone as plain and uninteresting as her compare to Dulce?
Wendy touched her face, looked at her clothes, and changed her mind. She told the taxi driver, "Driver, I want to go to World Trade Plaza."
She wanted to buy some pretty clothes and start dressing up.
Wendy took her daughter to the World Trade Plaza. The stores there were all high-end brands, and every piece of clothing was particularly beautiful. The cheapest, even on sale, cost hundreds of dollars each.
Wendy came in high spirits, but after visiting a few stores, she felt disheartened. She looked so shabby in these high-end stores that the staff barely paid her any attention, and their eyes were filled with disdain.
Wendy didn't have enough money to buy these beautiful clothes and expensive skincare products.
Coincidentally, as Wendy stood at the entrance of a store, she saw Dulce coming out of a nearby luxury store.
The staff stood respectfully at the door, saying, "Welcome back next time, take care."
Dulce was carrying several bags of clothes and handbags. She was in a bad mood, so after leaving the hospital, she came to World Trade Plaza to shop and spent over a hundred thousand dollars in one go. How could the staff not be all smiles?
Dulce didn't see Wendy. She was holding bags in one hand and making a call to Maggie with the other.
She casually tossed the shopping bags into a nearby convertible and said to Maggie on the phone, "Maggie, is your mother-in-law not home? Then I'll come over for dinner. I also want to see Katie and Nate."
Dulce drove away, and Wendy's eyes were full of jealousy.
Dulce was tall, beautiful, and confident, driving a sports car worth over a million dollars. She was cool and stylish, attracting the attention of many passing men.
Even women couldn't help but take a second look at Dulce.
Dulce was very good at making money. Her beauty salon business was booming and highly profitable. She didn't skimp on herself, rewarding herself with her earnings, being filial to her parents, and even covering the living expenses of her brother in college.
Wendy walked to the store Dulce had just left and asked the staff, "What did that woman buy just now? How much did she spend?"
The staff looked Wendy up and down with a disdainful tone, "She spent over a hundred thousand dollars. Why, can you afford it? Now that's a wealthy person. Looking at you, it doesn't seem like you can afford it. Better go window shopping, old woman."
The staff sneered and went back inside, leaving Wendy standing there, red with anger.
She wasn't even thirty yet; how could she be called an old woman?
Being looked down upon, ridiculed, and hearing the mocking laughter from passersby, Wendy felt deeply humiliated.
She pulled Brianna away and, not far off, encountered someone promoting credit cards.
"Ma'am, would you like to apply for a credit card? You can get a limit of up to $100,000."
Hearing $100,000, Wendy stopped and asked, "Is there a higher limit? I want $200,000."
Blinded by anger, Wendy didn't consider whether she could afford the $200,000. She just wanted to outdo Dulce.
With a monthly salary of $4,000, Wendy, driven by vanity, used the Gray family house as collateral to get a $200,000 credit card. The house wasn't even hers; it was under Neil's name. However, as long as she could provide the information, the credit card company had ways to get her a higher limit.
In less than half a day, Wendy spent the $200,000, buying clothes, shoes, and bags worth tens of thousands of dollars each, to compete with Dulce.
At that moment, she didn't think about the repayment issue.
Dressed in her new clothes, Wendy went to the hospital to find Francis, who was deliberately walking in front of him.
But Francis didn't even look at her. He didn't care what she wore.
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