Chapter 4 Showing You the World

After Lion left, Bryan also returned to his room.

Margaret stopped Lizette, who was about to go upstairs, and handed her a bank card. "Lizette, here's 15,000 dollars. Take it and buy yourself some nice clothes for work. Don't look too shabby."

Only 15,000 dollars to buy a few sets of nice clothes? This much isn't enough to buy experimental reagents once, let alone clothes. The corner of Lizette's mouth twitched.

Scirwode doted on Lizette. Ever since she was little, the cost of her clothes had never been less than seven figures.

It seemed that the Moore family had really thought of her as a beggar.

Margaret said to Jannie, "Why don't you go shopping with Lizette?"

Jannie's eyes widened in disbelief.

Margaret's lips moved and mouthed something silently. Jannie immediately understood and nodded in agreement right away.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and take it!" Jannie urged Lizette. "Let me show you the world."

...

Half an hour later, the driver dropped off Lizette and Jannie at the M&S Shopping Mall.

When Lizette saw the shopping mall's sign, she paused for a moment.

What a coincidence!

The momentary pause had Jannie urging her again, "Hey, let's get going already. Can you not dawdle?"

Lizette was getting annoyed and squinted at her. "Why don't you go back? I can wander around by myself."

Jannie shook her head repeatedly. "That won't do. You're unfamiliar with this place. What if you get lost or get kidnapped by bad guys?"

After saying that, she took Lizette by the hand and led her into the shopping mall.

Is she really that kind-hearted?

Lizette could not believe that.

Upon entering the mall, Jannie did not take Lizette to the lower-end luxury brands on the first floor. Instead, she led Lizette straight to the top floor.

So that's how it is.

Lizette already figured out most of Jannie's plan.

M&S Shopping Mall was a high-end shopping center featuring lower-end luxury brands from the first to the fifth floor. It mainly catered to the white-collar professionals.

On the fifth floor and above, there were high-end luxury brands. The main customers here were the ladies and young misses living in mansions.

Anyone with money could shop on the lower floors, but the top floor belonged exclusively to the upper-class society.

The top floor was exclusively dedicated to high-end custom shops. To gain access to this area, not only must one's spending amount reach more than 1.5 million dollars, but one must also be an SVIP of the brand.

Jannie knew full well that Margaret had only given Lizette 15 thousand dollars, yet she deliberately brought Lizette here.

It was obvious that Jannie intended to embarrass Lizette.

Very well.

As the elevator reached the top floor, the door opened to reveal a well-dressed shopping guide in a uniform who greeted them with a bow. "Welcome, Miss Moore."

When she saw Lizette behind Jannie, the smile on her face disappeared instantly.

In addition to wearing worn-out sportswear and messy hair with grease, Lizette appeared thin and wrinkly, resembling a refugee. There was also a shabby backpack on her back.

It was the shopping guide's first time seeing a beggar boldly coming to this place.

The shopping guide said, "Apologies, ma'am, but we do not serve non-members here. Please leave."

If it were not for the Moore family's daughter being present, she would have called security to kick Lizette out immediately.

"It's fine. She's with me," Jannie explained.

The shopping guide was momentarily stunned but quickly put on a smile. "All right. What would Miss Moore like to see today?"

The shopping guide followed behind Jannie, continuously introducing new products and completely ignoring Lizette.

Lizette did not care at all and casually strolled into the store.

As soon as they entered the store, Jannie completely cast Lizette out of her mind and kept asking the shopping guide to bring her the latest styles to try on.

Several shopping guides were aware of Jannie's identity, so they rushed over to attend to her enthusiastically.

"Wow, Miss Moore looks so beautiful in that dress!"

"Miss Moore, this dress is simply tailor-made for you!"

Jannie was extremely delighted by the praise and glanced at Lizette from the corner of her eyes. She raised her voice on purpose and said, "Don't just focus on me. Go and attend to Miss Young as well."

Several shopping guide pushed and shoved each other with none of them willing to lose their chance with Jannie, a big spender.

Their sales were commission-based, so if Jannie bought an item casually, the commission they would receive would be more than 1,500 dollars.

In the end, a newcomer who had just started working for a month was pushed forward.

She walked up to Lizette and asked impatiently, "Miss Young, which one do you want?"

Lizette was standing in front of a row of evening gowns.

It was the first time she looked at these dresses from a consumer's perspective, and the feeling was quite refreshing.

As Lizette did not respond, the rookie shopping guide rolled her eyes.

The poor will always behave like a poor person. They become speechless when they see high-end clothes.

She glanced back at Jannie, who seemed to have already picked out several items, and her heart became even more unsettled.

Thus, she said, "Miss Young, the clothes here are quite expensive and not suitable for you."

Lizette finally shifted her gaze. Her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed. "Very expensive? How expensive?"

"Even the cheapest ones will still cost 1.5 million dollars."

The shopping guide deliberately emphasized the words "1.5 million dollars," clearly implying that Lizette could not afford it.

Lizette looked up and saw the item worth 1.5 million dollars.

It was a strapless, hand-embroidered lace gown, but unfortunately, it was a flawed piece.

"Why is this item with obvious flaws still on display for sale?" Lizette asked.

The shopping guide was taken aback. How did she know?

However, the shopping guide immediately thought it was impossible in the next moment. How could someone dressed so shabbily possibly know?

She denied, "What flaws? These dresses are designed by the world's top designers, and each one is unique. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense here!"

Upon hearing the noise, Jannie walked over.

"Ah, Lizette, what are you doing here looking at evening gowns? Didn't Mom only give you 15,000 dollars?"

Only 15,000 dollars?

The shopping guide had a look of disdain on their face. As expected, it was the pride of a poor person acting up. When they could not afford it, they would start nitpicking on the clothes.

Lizette looked straight at the shopping guide, and her voice was cold and clear. "I'll repeat one last time. Why are the defective products still on display for sale? Does your store manager know about this?"

Jannie quickly pulled Lizette closer and lowered her voice. "What's gotten into you? Do you know who designed this dress? How dare you say it has flaws! I'm warning you. Don't spout nonsense here and embarrass me or the Moore family!"

Lizette casually withdrew her hand and gave the shopping guide a deep, meaningful glance.

She had already given them a chance.

Lizette stopped talking, and Jannie felt a sense of satisfaction as if she had finally vented her frustration when she saw how Lizette seem to be deflated.

As she felt happy, she took out her gold card and said, "Wendy, please wrap up that pink fishtail dress for me."

Wendy was overjoyed. That dress was priced at 5.25 million dollars.

She was on it right away. "Ah! Okay, Miss Moore!"

Lizette sat on the couch while sending out texts on her phone.

Ten minutes later, the store manager rushed into the store while panting for breath.

He headed straight for the evening gown section and took down the dress worth 1.5 million dollars.

Afterward, he made a phone call.

"Yes, I've arrived at the store, and I've already picked up the gown."

The person on the phone answered.

"I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I'll destroy it right now."

That person replied.

"Okay, okay! I'll definitely follow your instructions. Please put in a good word for me with Ms. Linda, and please don't let her fire me."

The person on the phone concluded the call.

The store manager hung up the phone with a mournful expression on his face.