Chapter 385: Chapter 385: Don’t Give It to This Woman!
"Achoo!" In the men’s clothing store, Ann Vaughn, who was picking out a birthday gift for Eli Sheridan, sneezed gently and felt as though someone was talking about her behind her back—her ears were slightly warm.
Anyway, it’s not like she would lose a piece of flesh if someone talked about her, so she didn’t think much of it and continued picking out a birthday gift in the store.
From the top floor of the mall to the third floor here, Ann had walked until her feet were sore and still hadn’t decided what to give.
An antique might not suit Eli Sheridan’s age and temperament, and jewelry doesn’t really fit his preferences either.
After all, he had given her a big box of medicinal herbs, so Ann Vaughn definitely couldn’t be careless with this birthday gift.
"Miss, all the suits in our store are handmade by designers. You can communicate your ideas with the designer and customize according to your wishes," the shop assistant enthusiastically introduced to Ann Vaughn.
Ann Vaughn gently shook her head, "No, there’s not enough time."
In just a few days, it would be Eli Sheridan’s birthday, and there wasn’t enough time to have a suit handmade.
Besides, she hadn’t planned to give Eli Sheridan a suit.
"Could you please show me this?" Ann walked over to the counter and suddenly her eyes lit up. She pointed to a pair of amethyst cufflinks and said to the assistant.
"Certainly." The assistant took out the cufflinks and placed them in front of Ann Vaughn, "You have a great eye, miss. These are our treasure—the masterpiece of Ms. Garnet, and there are only three pairs globally."
Garnet Criel is a world-renowned jewelry designer, whose works all carry extraordinary meaning and are sold in limited quantities, never repeated.
Although Ann Vaughn hadn’t heard of this designer nor knew the jewelry’s significance, the cufflinks were extremely luxurious and made a perfect gift.
"Please wrap them for me."
Just as she finished speaking, Ann Vaughn saw a slender hand pick up those cufflinks.
"Ms. Garnet’s design, huh? Seems like I’ve got lucky." A slightly sweet and haughty female voice instructed the shop assistant, "Hey, wrap these up for me, and charge it to the card."
Ann Vaughn immediately smiled and turned her eyes to the woman, "Excuse me, miss, don’t you know the concept of first come, first served?"
"What first come, first served? Whoever gets it first, it’s theirs, right? Now I have it, and you haven’t paid yet, have you?"
The woman was wearing a Chanel limited edition winter outfit with a youthful vibe, her short hair slightly curled, and her face sweet-looking. However, the brown mole covered by foundation at the corner of her mouth made this sweetness seem a bit odd.
Moreover, this face... Ann Vaughn found it very familiar, as if she’d seen it somewhere before.
Oh right!
Last time at Silas Master Moore’s engagement ceremony, Ann Vaughn had chased after Cyrus Hawthorne’s figure and happened to see him talking to this woman!
She remembered, Cyrus had mentioned that this woman was a junior of the Hawthorne Family.
Seeing the self-righteous look of the woman, Ann Vaughn raised her hand and yanked off one of her earrings!
"Hey!" The woman looked at the earring Ann Vaughn had pulled away, incredulous, "You dare snatch my earring?!"
"Whoever gets it first has the authority, right? Now the earring is in my hand, not yours, so it’s not yours anymore, is it?" Ann Vaughn smirked slightly, her tone cold.
The shop assistant nearby couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
"You!" The furious woman raised her hand, about to slap Ann Vaughn’s face!
Ann Vaughn neither dodged nor flinched, directly catching the woman’s flailing arm, applying a little force to push her away, "Seems like the family manners aren’t well-taught, I suggest you go back and fix them."
With that, Ann released the woman’s hand, took out her card, and handed it to the assistant, "Please wrap these cufflinks for me."
"Sure," the assistant nodded and was about to take Ann Vaughn’s card when a blue crystal card was slammed onto the glass counter with force.
"I’ll take the cufflinks, and don’t give them to this woman!" The woman’s face lost all sweetness, her eyes glaring at Ann Vaughn as if they were on fire.
The assistant took a glance at the blue crystal card and apologized to Ann Vaughn, "I’m sorry, miss, customers with a blue crystal card have priority, that’s the mall’s policy..."
The woman immediately raised her chin at Ann Vaughn, "No capital but still dares to compete with me. Do you know whose family I belong to?"
The woman’s smug demeanor left Ann Vaughn without words, twitching her lips slightly—it was just a birthday gift, why all the twists and turns?
But with a blue crystal card in front, even if she had taken a fancy to the cufflinks, she could only let go.
Thinking this, Ann Vaughn could only accept her bad luck, retract her card, and prepare to leave.
"The blue crystal card has priority, what about the Black Gold Card?" Suddenly, a steady voice, like the calm after countless storms, sounded as a card of pure black material, simple yet exuding luxury, was placed on the counter.
The assistant and the woman’s expressions changed immediately.
If the blue crystal card is something many wealthy people nationwide can buy with enough money, then both the Black Gold Card and the Black Gold Card are things money can’t buy.
Especially the Black Gold Card, held by fewer than twenty people worldwide.
"I’m sorry miss, your blue crystal card is returned to you," the assistant without hesitation returned the blue crystal card to the woman, making her meaning clear.
The woman’s face instantly turned as if she swallowed a fly, shooting a fierce glare at Ann Vaughn and the man, then swayed her hips and left.
The Black Gold Card is impressive, but her cousin holds the Black Gold Card!
"Sir, shall I charge it to your card directly?" The assistant looked at the man standing next to Ann Vaughn with a beaming smile and asked.
Sutton Jennings looked at the downcast Ann Vaughn with a warm voice, "Mind if I pay for you? Like that time you accidentally lost your wallet."
His words carried a double meaning.
Ann Vaughn immediately understood his intention, shaking her head, "No, this is a gift for a friend."
Sutton Jennings’ eyes, filled with charisma, with barely a hint of disappointment, were replaced with a smile, "It’s for Eli Sheridan, right? He’s the only one with a birthday coming up recently."
He did feel a bit envious of him.
Whether it was a birthday or the relationship with Ann Vaughn, Eli Sheridan was very close to her.
"Yeah, turns out you remembered too." Saying this, Ann Vaughn handed the card to the assistant to charge, then took the exquisite paper bag and thanked them before leaving towards the elevator with Sutton Jennings.
After a long silence, Sutton Jennings sighed lightly and spoke apologetically again, "I can’t deny it was my fault last time, almost getting you hurt. It might be late to say this now, but I am sorry, Annie."
"You were a victim too, weren’t you, so why apologize to me?" Ann Vaughn looked at him with slight amusement, "Besides, even if I had to blame someone, it should be the person who designed it all. Why take on the responsibility unnecessarily?"
At that time, she did fear and guarded against Sutton Jennings, yes, but that was because in those circumstances, there was no room for errors.