When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 2002 Fallen For Her Trap

That was the moment Eloise sensed something was off. She stared at Cecilia and Charlotte, then turned to the salesperson and asked, "What did you just call her?"

The payment had already been made. The salesperson turned to Eloise and answered, "This is Ms. Smith, the head of our entire mall. Ms. Escobar, you didn't know?"

Charlotte nearly burst out laughing, but managed to hold it in. She looked at Cecilia and said, "Boss, I never imagined I'd stumble upon such a generous client just by checking out the market. We must be incredibly lucky."

"Exactly. We really owe Ms. Escobar for being such a major patron. Thank you, Ms. Escobar." Cecilia then turned to the salesperson. "Make sure she gets a VIP card. A generous customer like her will definitely be back. Isn't that right, Ms. Escobar?"

Eloise stood frozen, completely stunned. She never guessed that Cecilia actually owned the entire mall. She had fallen right into Cecilia's trap!

Taking a deep breath, Eloise clenched her fists. "I want to return everything. I don't want these clothes anymore."

"I'm sorry, but we only accept returns for quality issues," the salesperson replied calmly. "It's all in the terms you signed earlier."

That was when Eloise remembered that this brand had a strict no-return policy. She had no choice but to swallow the bitter truth.

stormed off, heels clicking furiously on the

to humiliate Cecilia. Instead, everything had

she walked away, Charlotte finally allowed herself a smile. "Boss, you're seriously something else. I was about to explode, but you turned the

be so easily provoked. “Let's go eat. My treat." "Okay!" Charlotte agreed

the five million she'd just spent, which immediately stirred up

through some problems lately, and her in-laws' attitudes toward

on this pile of nonsense? Who do you think

took a sip of coffee and added, "You'd better return everything right

daughter-in-law who blows thre.ne

like this. Call your father to come

in the living room, head lowered, her face pale. "These can't be returned," she

well that the family business had hit a rough patch. Her husband and his mother had

she overspent, they might scold her a little, but they never talked about

toward her son. "Look at this. This is the