The store manager, hearing this, thought for a moment. It was better to avoid trouble, and waiving one bill wasn’t a big issue with her authority.
She smiled and said, "For this expense, our studio will cover all costs. Does that work for you?"
Upon hearing this, the two looked at Nina Sinclair with smugness, their eyes full of contempt, and they even laughed derisively.
"Do you think talking to the boss is useful? We are employees of the Lancaster Group. Everyone knows that the shareholder behind Jenna Yancy is Lancaster. Who do you think you are?"
"Exactly, even if the boss came, they would have to give way seeing our Assistant Sinclair," Phoebe Linden chimed in. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ No(ᴠ)ᴇlFire.nᴇt
"Failed to show off, didn’t ya? What a joke!"
"Trying to challenge Assistant Sinclair, don’t you know your place?"
The two of them sarcastically sang in harmony, speaking really harsh words. Sharon Lancaster was so angry her face twisted, she almost jumped out to argue with them.
But Nina Sinclair just calmly pulled Sharon aside, ignoring the two.
Once they reached a corner, Sharon could no longer hold back.
She discontentedly asked, "Nina, why did you hold me back just now? What is Jenna Yancy up to, hiring a store manager with no sense?"
Sharon grumbled with indignation, "I originally came to pick a dress to outshine that white lotus Sierra Sinclair. Who knew we’d end up so upset!"
She had wanted to call Jenna Yancy, but Nina Sinclair stopped her, causing both of them to be mocked for no reason.
Nina Sinclair, however, wasn’t as agitated as Sharon. She slowly curved her lips into a smile and said, "Sharon, do you think I’m someone who’s easily bullied?"
"What do you mean?" Sharon looked at Nina Sinclair, puzzled.
Nina Sinclair blinked, smiling mysteriously, "Just listen to me, and I guarantee you’ll feel satisfied."
Next, Sierra Sinclair and the two Zenith employees began picking out dresses with great enthusiasm.
The store manager instructed the staff to serve them diligently, and they enjoyed VIP treatment while Nina Sinclair was left ignored on the side.
Nina Sinclair didn’t mind at all; she went into the dressing room and changed back into her own clothes.
Phoebe Linden and Lillian Tupper eagerly snatched the dress off her.
In the end, after much picking and choosing, they selected two haute couture evening gowns worth as much as a house in Crestfall, along with matching jewelry and shoes.
After all, the store manager had just said that all their expenses were covered. No reason to refuse a free offer, they naturally wouldn’t be polite.
Nina Sinclair had been watching them choose dresses with a cold eye the whole time. Only when the staff issued the rental slip did she lightly smile and ask, "Have you finished choosing?"
The two, carrying their bags, glanced disdainfully at Nina Sinclair.
"Of course we’ve finished choosing. After all, these are this year’s latest designs, don’t be too envious."
"The staff just said that the newest styles are the ones we’re holding, the rest are old models. You can take your time picking from what’s left."
Sierra Sinclair laughed triumphantly at these words.
Today, Nina Sinclair didn’t accept the dress she offered, and yet now she had to settle for outdated designs.
Looking superior, she said to the two, "Let’s not waste any more time for Nina Sinclair to select her dress, lest she sees your styles and doesn’t fancy anything else."
"Assistant Sinclair is right. Let’s go then."
The three were just about to leave, carrying their bags.
"Hold on," Nina Sinclair said nonchalantly, with a faint smile on her lips, "You haven’t paid yet and you’re leaving?"