Chapter 735
Chapter 735:
Garbage? Monica instinctively sniffed the air. She glanced around in confusion, but nothing smelled foul to her.
Her bewildered search ended when she noticed the clerk suppressing a smile. Realization dawned. Yelena had just called her garbage.
“Yelena, don’t push it too far!” Monica’s temper flared, and she looked ready to lash out. But reason held her back. Instead, she glared at Yelena, seething but restrained.
“Your words are pure trash. Just how much garbage have you consumed?” Yelena quipped, covering her nose and mouth as if in disgust.
The clerk couldn’t contain her amusement any longer and burst into laughter.
Monica’s expression darkened, her face clouded like a storm about to break.
“Miss, here is your perfume. It’s the last bottle—we’re out of stock. You’re quite fortunate,” the clerk said after verifying the voucher and handing the perfume to Yelena.
As Yelena reached out to take it, Monica exploded, her voice shrill. “Wait! That bottle belongs to me p>
Had there been another bottle, Monica might have begrudgingly let Yelena have one. But since it was the last, she couldn’t allow Yelena to claim it.
Yelena regarded Monica with calm disdain. “As far as I know, you don’t even have a collection voucher. So what makes you think it’s yours p>
Monica’s face darkened even further. “Because I arrived here before you did,” she snapped. First come, first served—wasn’t that a simple enough principle?
Yelena couldn’t suppress a chuckle. She gestured to the crowd surrounding them. “Plenty of people were here before you. Are you planning to fight all of them for it? By your logic, none of us would get the perfume p>
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Her words struck a chord with the onlookers. A chorus of agreement rose around them: “Exactly! That’s how it works p>
Monica clenched her fists, her rage barely contained. But she dared not let it show, for fear of tarnishing her polished image.
Frustrated, she pulled out her phone and tried calling John again. But the line was busy.
Each unanswered call only intensified Monica’s irritation.
Meanwhile, Yelena, unfazed by the commotion, turned to leave with the perfume in hand.
Monica, desperate, barked at Amanda, “Why are you just standing there? Go after her p>
Amanda hesitated, adjusting her mask. “Didn’t you say we shouldn’t show our faces to acquaintances p>
Monica’s irritation simmered beneath the surface, but her rationality began to resurface. Her eyes darkened with resolve as she replied, “Put your mask on properly. Don’t let Yelena recognize you. You need to get that perfume back p>
Amanda nodded hesitantly. For a moment, she wondered how things had reached this point. She had believed Monica’s connections were solid as a rock. How could Yelena, of all people, be walking away with the last bottle of perfume? It seemed Monica’s influence wasn’t as reliable as Amanda had thought.
Determined, Amanda set off after Yelena, with Monica trailing anxiously behind in her wheelchair.
“Yelena—” Amanda began, but the realization struck her like a bolt of lightning—Yelena might recognize her voice. Lowering her tone, Amanda stepped forward to block Yelena’s path. “Hand over the perfume p>