Chapter: 185

The salesperson glanced gratefully at Madeline.

Kathy relented begrudgingly, "Fine, I shouldn't have snapped at her!"

Kathy then gestured arrogantly toward Norah. “But this pauper couldn't afford a single thing in this store! If she accidentally ruins a dress, she couldn't even afford to compensate.”

Norah spoke up slowly, her tone icy. "You call me a pauper? Pot, meet kettle!"

Joanna couldn't help but burst into laughter. "You and Madeline are merely beggars. It's almost comical for you to hurl insults! What makes you think you have any right to judge Norah?"

Pointing an accusing finger at Norah, Kathy retorted, "What nonsense are you spouting? You're the pauper here!"

Norah's expression turned cold as she grabbed Kathy's finger and bent it forcefully, eliciting immediate cries of pain. “Ouch, ouch, ouch! Let go of my hand! Madeline, help me! It hurts!"

Kathy struggled to free her finger, but Norah's grip seemed unyielding, firmly holding onto her finger and preventing any escape.

She watched helplessly as Norah pressed down on her hand.

Norah sneered, “I can't stand people pointing fingers at me! I find it intolerable, so I might as well break it!"

“It's going to break.."

Madeline, at Kathy's painful cries, pleaded anxiously, "Miss Wilson, please let go. Do you really want Derek to come over here and see this?"

"Do I? Madeline, get this straight. It's you two who provoked me!"

Norah stated firmly, “Joanna and I were just happily browsing through clothes when you two started barking at us. What, we're not allowed to fight back? We have to just take your barking?"

Joanna chuckled, crossing her arms. “I've never seen such unreasonable people before."

With a swift shake, Norah tossed Kathy aside.

Tears welling up in her eyes, Kathy cowered behind Madeline, nursing her throbbing finger. With a slightly quavering voice, she said, "I didn't say anything wrong. Your source of income is murky. You haven't got a penny to your name. If that's not being a pauper, then what is?"

Norah raised an eyebrow, about to respond.

"Who said Miss Wilson's broke?" As these words filled the room, all turned for the source of the voice.

The salesperson breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, someone capable had stepped in.

A dapper and suave man sauntered gracefully over to Norah, his voice dripping with charm. “Even if Miss Wilson decides to use our clothes as drapes, we wouldn't bat an eyelash."

Kathy and Madeline were taken aback. “And who might you be?"

Using BelleVogue's attire as curtains? Even the wealthiest wouldn't squander money like that. Judging by the man's demeanor, it seemed he couldn't care less about BelleVogue's merchandise. The total number of BelleVogue's luxury exceeded a hundred thousand, with personalized items potentially reaching ten million.

The salesperson spoke up. “This is BelleVogue's designer and the store manager."