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"Miss, this mister right here is a good friend of mine. I'll pay for all their expenses in the mall today." Angeline's voice might have sounded like a breeze, but it was also compressed in ice. The shopkeeper sized Angeline up skeptically and thought, 'What sort of status does this woman have to speak in such an arrogant and haughty tone?'

Before the shopkeeper could say anything to jeer at her, Angeline pulled out a supreme membership card from her handbag and handed it to the shopkeeper. " Here, swipe it."

At the sight of the card, the shopkeeper's face changed abruptly.

Although she was just an employee at the company's grassroots level, her boss would often emphasize supreme membership cards like that in the meeting.

Her boss had always said, "Customers who enter our store with this card are the mall's VIP. No matter who they are, you must treat them with even greater respect than your boss. You must provide them with first-class service and never, never make her feel even the slightest bit of discomfort."

At this moment, the shopkeeper nearly fell to her knees in front of Angeline. She had already broken out in a cold sweat. She had a hunch that she was going t

o lose her job.

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The shopkeeper walked over to Jay and apologized in a trembling voice. "I'm really sorry, Sir. I was too ignorant earlier and spoke too harshly. Would you be so kind as to forgive me, Sir?" Jay did not respond to her.

her knees with a thud. "I was wrong, Sir. Please, please

still did not

should at least say something. What was he trying to tell her

his gaze was fixed intently on

that Jay was feeling

detested the fact that she was standing up for him because he

his gaze fell on her face, he felt as if he had been struck by thunder-burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

say that this woman's face was

and pure, like a fairy

sent his

to find that this face actually looked familiar. After searching his brain for quite some time, he realized that this

taking blows after blows, Jay looked

comprehend it. He actually met the woman he drew

even more was that this woman whose voice sounded so similar to Angelina...

was because as he stared into her blank eyes and at her white cane, he deduced that she was not Angelina. Angelina was