Isabella Weaver couldn't help but curl her lips; his verbal jabs were quite sharp. Ella Weaver hated being called ugly the most, and now she must be fuming.
She took the initiative to hook her arm around Harry Hunter's, her smile blooming, "We're done shopping. Let's go!"
Even though she was obviously doing it to put on a show for her sister, Harry still felt his mood improve and walked away with her, smiling.
Midway, as they passed a jewelry store, he wanted to go in, but Isabella held him tightly, refusing to let him.
Helpless, he had to walk elsewhere with her.
Ella Weaver's face turned sullen as she watched their backs and small interactions. Countless thoughts raced through her mind: "Isabella Weaver, mark my words, you won't be smug for long!"
Thinking of a particular plan, Ella finally suppressed her anger, put on a new smiling face, and said to Alice Gary and the others, "Let's go; we still need to buy shoes!"
Alice Gary and the others, chirping away, followed her, belittling Isabella to cheer her up. In a few minutes, they managed to make her happy again.
The three of them entered a shoe store but found that the usually attentive salesgirls didn't pay them any mind, as they were busy packing shoes.
Alice Gary, quite dissatisfied, spoke up for Ella Weaver, "What's going on? Didn't you see we ca to buy shoes? Hurry up and make introductions; we want the latest pearl shoes!"
A salesgirl approached with a professional smile on her face, "I'm sorry, but all the shoes in our store were just bought, and there are no pearl shoes left."
"What?"
Suddenly, Ella Weaver thought of Isabella's boyfriend, "Was it those two who just left who bought them?"
"Yes."
Ella Weaver was utterly incredulous!
That man bought all the shoes for Isabella?!
Is he spoiling her that much?
Isabella Weaver's luck is unbelievably good!
Ella Weaver could no longer describe how she felt; she is the legitimate daughter of Christopher Weaver, so why didn't she have a man to buy all the shoes for her? She still had to buy them herself!
It took her a while to suppress the bitterness in her heart and said lightly, "She can't possibly wear all sizes alone. My size isn't the sa as hers; give a pair in size 37!"
Before the salesgirl could speak, Connor spoke up coldly and indifferently, "I said all the shoes in the store have been bought. Are you deaf? Our Young Master dotes on the Young Madam and doesn't allow anyone else to wear the sa style. The Young Madam's na is Isabella, and she wears unique shoes too. You better leave quickly and not delay the packing."
Ella Weaver had never been insulted like this before and was left speechless with rage.
Her mood, which had barely improved, plumted again, and her face looked even worse than before.
It was still Alice Gary who said, "How dare you speak like that? Do you know who Miss Weaver is? The daughter of the Watch King! Can a servant like you insult her? Get a pair of pearl shoes imdiately!"
Connor continued smiling, showing no sign of anger, "Tell Christopher Weaver to co and plead in person, and maybe it will help a bit. But you girls, forget it. Just leave. If you make more of a fuss, I'll be impolite. My biggest role as a watchdog is to bite for my master. You three with your tender skin, it won't be a pretty sight if it's all torn up."
In A City, ntioning Christopher Weaver's na usually earned so respect, and Ella Weaver often benefited from this.
But the city is vast, and there's always soone who doesn't care, like right now.
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