Chapter: 8

Olga Moran, her curly brunette hair tied back into a chic updo, walked up to them, arm in arm with Carlos. She unfurled her slender fingers with painted fingernails and gracefully took the box of Lipsticks from

Debbie’s hand.

“I’ll take this. Pack this for me!”

Then she looked at Debbie up and down with a contemptuous smile on her

Lips.

In her eyes, Debbie was just a college student pretending to be high-class and elegant.

is

Like

the box from

paying for this now!” she said

silent, but she took out the POS

card before she turned around to pack the box of

face darkened

Who do you think you are? You should know your place before you go shopping in a high-end mall Like

sneered and looked Olga up and

you think you deserve to shop at a nice establishment Like this? Who gave you the right to look down upon others? I’m afraid this set of lipsticks is

to say, Olga wasn’t pleased by the way

child of the Moran family, she always had people licking her boots ever since she was Little. No one had ever

walked up to Carlos. Playing the victim, Olga pouted her Lips at him and said, “Mr. Hilton, that woman disrespected me and called me

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