With a smug smile on her face, Eloise looked at Cecilia and said, “Ceci, I think that dress looks better on me.”
Cecilia didn't react. She showed no hint of annoyance, remaining completely composed. She replied calmly, “Then I'll take another look.”
As Cecilia moved through the store, she acted as if she were browsing for other clothes, though her eyes were repeatedly drawn to the most expensive pieces on display.
Eloise had no idea what Cecilia was doing. She followed along innocently, watching from behind.
Anything Cecilia lingered on for more than a moment, she had the salesperson wrap up for her. From her perspective, buying the whole shop wouldn't even make a dent in her finances, and the price tags on the clothes meant nothing to her.
Charlotte hadn't expected this intense competitiveness between women. Pretending to be a little disgruntled, she said, “Ms. Escobar, why do you keep snatching every outfit my boss looks at?”
Eloise raised her brows in surprise. “Did you get the wrong idea? We've got tons of clothes at home. I don't need to compete with Ceci over a couple of outfits. I honestly think these just suit me better.”
After saying that, she turned back toward Cecilia. “Isn't that right, Ceci?”
Cecilia couldn't show that she wasn't the least bit concerned. Her expression turned slightly unpleasant as she responded, “As long as you're happy.”
That was enough to satisfy Eloise. She told the salesperson to wrap up every single piece that Cecilia had been eyeing earlier.
After browsing a bit more, Cecilia turned to Charlotte and said, “That's enough for today. Let's not buy anything right now. Let's get something to eat instead.”
Charlotte nodded. “Sounds good. I'm actually pretty hungry too.”
As the two prepared to leave, Eloise couldn't resist tossing in a sarcastic remark. “So you were never planning to buy anything, huh? The salesperson worked so hard, and you're just walking out?”
Hearing that, Cecilia looked at her and replied, “We'll buy next time.”
Eloise scoffed. “Who would've guessed the CEO of Jamieson Group could be so stingy?”
After she said that, she handed her card to the salesperson. “Charge it.”
“Of course,” the salesperson said and went to process the payment.
Five million two hundred and seventy thousand?
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