Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 452

"I like this one, Mom. Can you buy it for me?"

"Of course, sweetheart. If you like it, I'll buy it for you," Adah replied without hesitation. Turning to the sales associate, she said, "We'll take this one. Please wrap it up."

Ethan pointed to the other pretty dresses laid out on the sofa. "Why don't you look through the rest and see if there's anything else you like, sis?"

"Okay, okay!" Vanessa chirped, shoving the purple dress into Ethan's arms before excitedly rummaging through the rest.

Across the room, Claire paused mid-sip of her milk, her brow knitting in frustration.

Are these people deaf? The salesgirl had clearly explained these dresses were already reserved, yet they were still picking through them as if they owned the place. Did anyone even bother to ask her what she thought?

Oh, right. The Linwoods had always been arrogant. As long as Vanessa wanted something, no one else's opinion mattered-certainly not hers.

And if she dared to object? She knew exactly what would happen: a barrage of insults and snide remarks from the whole family.

She'd endured enough of that in her previous life.

If they thought they could bully her again, they were in for a rude awakening.

and, without a shred of politeness,

Claire was now strong and healthy. At five, she

push, Vanessa toppled onto the floor, landing hard on

Vanessa was used to dishing out cruelty, not receiving it. Shocked and humiliated, she burst

her, eyes icy and unyielding. "Did you even ask me before touching the dress

precious daughter wailed. She rushed over and

saw red. Without thinking, he raised his hand to strike Claire. "Who do you think you

her cup

do you think you are, touching what I chose?" she shot

at her, intent on

saleswoman, alarmed, quickly stepped between them, shielding Claire. She knew trouble

girl's mother and brother had chosen over a hundred dresses each with a price tag in the thousands. That

merchandise.

drop that kind of cash weren't ordinary; they were big

this was Northcrest

of wealthy,

No way was she going to let a local client's child get bullied in her store, no matter how rich the outsiders might be. Judging by their accents, the Linwoods weren't even