848 Chapter 847
Keira paced back and forth on the deck, the phone call still fresh in her mind.
A sudden knock interrupted her thoughts. She opened the door to find Matthew standing there.
"We've got a problem," Matthew said without preamble. "Soone's been impersonating us in the rooms, fooling everyone onboard. It's the last day, so we need to make an appearance and make sure it's obvious we've been here all along."
Keira nodded imdiately, changed into fresh clothes, and followed him out the door.
The cruise ship was filled mostly with people from Crera, as it had departed from Clance.
As they strolled, Matthew glanced at her. "Typically, we'd need to create a scene, sothing morable. That way, people onboard will rember us and confirm we were here if anything cos up later."
Keira caught on quickly. The goal was clear: leave behind a distinct impression so that staff or other passengers could vouch for their presence.
After a brief mont of thought, she stepped into a luxury watch store.
Inside, the sales assistant, who had been cheerfully helping another custor, cast a quick glance at them. Noticing their understated outfits, her smile faded.
"Good afternoon," the assistant said, stepping forward to block their way. "May I ask what you're looking for? You'll need to wait your turn."
Keira raised an eyebrow. She looked inside the store—it wasn't crowded, just two couples browsing.
She knew luxury shops often enforced custor limits for exclusivity. But now, as the ship was on its return journey, most people had already done their shopping. This wasn't about policy; it was plain snobbery.
Keira smiled faintly. Perfect. Nothing made you morable like a little drama.
Her expression turned cold. "Is this how you treat your custors? Where's your manager?"
The assistant's polite smile turned stiff. "Our manager is here, but we follow proper protocol. Miss, what exactly are you looking for? Perhaps you'd like a glass of water while you wait? I wouldn't want you to disturb the other guests while they shop."
Keira wasn't having it. "Disturb them? Let ask you, what's your store's daily custor limit? Why are we being told to wait?"
The assistant shrugged. "There's no set limit. It's based on our judgnt. We're short-staffed today, so we can't handle too many custors at once."
Keira glanced inside again, spotting seven or eight staff mbers idling in a corner.
"Busy, are they?" Keira said dryly, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
The assistant hesitated. "They're assisting online clients, Miss. But I'll handle you personally. What are you looking to purchase?"
Keira smiled sweetly. "A handbag."
The assistant's smile faltered. "We sell n's watches, Miss, not handbags."
"Oh, you knew that? Then why ask what I wanted? If I ca to your store, isn't it obvious I'm here for a watch? Or do you simply not want to deal with custors?" Keira's sharp tone cut through the assistant's composure like a blade.
The assistant opened her mouth but had no response.
By now, the store manager had noticed the commotion and hurried over, glaring at the assistant before turning to Keira. "Apologies, Miss. How can I help you today?"
Keira's smile didn't waver. "What's your most expensive watch?"
The manager blinked and quickly scanned Keira's casual outfit.
Keira had always dressed simply, even after becoming wealthy. Unlike Lewis, who had been born into money, she had grown up frugal and still liked her laid-back style. Today's outfit was a thrift-store find she'd bought online for a few bucks, and it looked far from luxurious.
The manager hesitated but led them to a display case. "This is our flagship piece."
Keira leaned forward and spotted the price tag: $488,000.
She arched an eyebrow. For her, it wasn't even that pricey anymore.
"Let see it," she said.
The manager's expression shifted. It was clear he didn't want to take it out. Custors who could afford such items typically didn't even need to ask.
"I'm sorry, Miss," he began, forcing a smile. "Our flagship pieces aren't typically available for casual viewing."
Before he could continue, Keira pulled a card from her pocket and placed it on the counter. "Do you recognize this?"
The manager glanced at the card and froze.
It was a global unlimited black card, one he'd only ever heard about.
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