Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk by Melissa Johns

Chapter 471

The bag slung over Allison's shoulder was a global limited edition-only Black Gold members could even dream of owning it. It wasn't something you'd ever find on their website. For most people, spotting this bag in real life was like seeing a unicorn.

The woman across from her gave her a look dripping with disdain, her voice razor sharp. "Don't act so above it all. My boyfriend's offering you three grand just let me have that dress."

Allison smirked. "I already told you. I'm not giving it up."

She turned to the sales associate, her voice calm. "Could you please wrap this up for me?"

"Of course, miss." The associate quickly took down the dress and started to wrap it, all professional smiles.

The couple's faces darkened.

Allison handed over her card and paid, ignoring the woman's ongoing sneers.

"Fake-bag girl, you know that dress costs over fifty grand, right? Seriously, just let me have it. Go home and order a knockoff online. I mean, a fake purse with a fake dress-sounds like your style, doesn't it?"

when she shot him down and made him look foolish in front of everyone, his attitude flipped. And once he heard the rumor that Allison's bag was a knockoff, he jumped right in with

that phony purse around and trying to compete with us? You really think you belong

real dress, everyone will just assume it's fake. People know what you can actually afford. Bleed yourself dry for one dress and what, you think people will suddenly respect

the sales associate was starting to look uncomfortable. But business was business. The couple were clearly loaded, and even if they didn't get the dress, maybe they'd buy something else. So, the associate kept her

phone buzzed.

the store. Weren't you coming to pick up your bag?

typed back quickly: Shopping for clothes. Be

Okay, I'm in the lounge waiting for

toxic couple. She took the carefully wrapped dress from the associate

anger. The Webb family was a big deal in Spring Falls, and he

"Quit acting like you're some kind of saint," sneered. "So, how

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met