People, to survive and earn money for their families, always take great risks and endure significant hardships, constantly striving and struggling. In truth, no one wants to be chased by the City Managent Bureau while trying to run a business; it’s simply that they lack sufficient capital. Who wouldn’t prefer to own a shop and conduct business comfortably inside?
Therefore, those in similar social strata can understand their plight.
When Rachel Bailey’s vehicle stopped, people gathered around to browse the clothes she had inside.
On her first day, the City Managent Bureau had seized her and her goods, stuffing them into a vehicle. Although Hansen Ruiz later helped her retrieve both her rchandise and the car, she remained undeterred. She boldly continued to weave through the streets daily, earning a decent inco. When business was good, a single day’s earnings could surpass what she used to make in several days at her previous job.
Having been caught before, she had now developed sharp eyes and keen ears, always watching closely for City Managent Bureau vehicles and listening attentively for warnings from her fellow vendors.
Adele Horne parked her car by the roadside.
"What’s wrong?" Orlando Evans asked, puzzled. She glanced ahead at Rachel Bailey and questioned, "Adele, you don’t know that woman, do you? How could that be possible? Adele’s acquaintances are all wealthy and high-status; it’s absolutely impossible for her to know soone running a small street stall."
"I recognize her; she’s Julia Bluen’s bridesmaid," Adele explained. "Julia Bluen is a strange person. She doesn’t like mingling with the Upper Class Society and prefers to hang out with ordinary working-class people. I didn’t think much of it on the wedding day. But now, seeing this bridesmaid again, I’m certain she must have t Julia when Julia was out making her own way. To be Julia Bluen’s bridesmaid, she has to be one of Julia’s close friends." As she spoke, Adele had already stepped out of the car. Full of arrogance, she walked towards Rachel Bailey in her high heels.
Since she couldn’t bully Julia Bluen, bullying her close friend would help dissipate so of her own resentnt.
Right now, Julia and her older brother are honeymooning in France. Who could help Rachel Bailey?
Upon hearing that Rachel Bailey was Julia Bluen’s bridesmaid, a look of hatred flickered in Orlando Evans’s eyes. She hated Julia Bluen to the bone and, by extension, despised anyone close to her.
Thus, she too raised her chin, following Adele Horne with an arrogant expression as they walked towards Rachel Bailey.
"If you find them comfortable, please recomnd your friends to buy from too," Rachel Bailey said with a beaming smile, sending off her custor. In the few minutes she had been parked, she had already sold several more items.
Her stock consisted of autumn wear, neither too thick nor too thin. With winter approaching, she needed to sell all these clothes before the cold set in. Even if she couldn’t sell everything, she had to at least recoup her capital.
"How much are these clothes?" a contemptuous female voice suddenly asked.
Rachel Bailey looked up and saw Adele Horne disdainfully picking through the clothes with her thumb and forefinger, as if afraid the garnts would dirty her "delicate" fingers.
How did I run into my friend’s sister-in-law?
Rachel Bailey’s brow furrowed slightly.
She reached out and pulled her clothing back from Adele’s grasp. Looking at Adele with a forced smile, she said, "Miss Horne, are you interested in these clothes too?"
"You rember ?" Adele had thought Rachel Bailey wouldn’t recognize her.
Rachel Bailey snorted. Who does she think I am? My eyes are as sharp as razors; I rember everyone I’ve seen even once. Besides, Adele Horne’s arrogance and overbearing attitude left such a deep impression, it would be hard to forget her even if I wanted to.
"What’s your na?" Now that Rachel had recognized her, Adele no longer touched the clothes. She wouldn’t even use them as rags to wipe tables; they’re too cheap. Towering over Rachel, Adele exuded an air of superiority. Her question was condescending, the sarcasm in her eyes like a cold barb aid at Rachel.
It’s unbelievable! A friend of the esteed Young Mistress of the Horne Family, a lady from such a prestigious background, is actually a street vendor.
That despicable sister-in-law of mine truly brings sha to the Horne Family!
I really don’t know what’s wrong with Big Brother. His fiancée ran off, and he imdiately married her younger sister!
A nouveau riche’s daughter simply can’t compare to a truly prestigious family like ours.
"What my na is, is none of your business," Rachel retorted, repulsed by Adele’s condescending attitude.
"I’m asking you, so answer !" Adele snapped, her anger flaring.
"And who might you be? My mouth is my own—I’ll speak if I wish. What can you do about it?" Rachel countered with the sa feigned smile, enraging Adele until her face turned red.
People with short tempers are easily provoked.
"You..." Adele began, but Orlando Evans cut her off.
"Miss, could you please tell how much these clothes are?" Orlando Evans stepped forward with a warm smile. She subtly hid her phone behind her back, positioning it so Adele could see, signaling her to call the City Managent Bureau to apprehend Rachel.
"Are you interested in buying?" Rachel sized her up with a cold snort. Knowing Orlando was in cahoots with Adele, she showed no pleasantries.
Orlando Evans’s smile was exceedingly gentle, a stark contrast to Adele’s arrogant unreasonableness. She brought her bag to her chest, opened the exquisite purse, and pulled out several red USD bills, tossing them in front of Rachel. "This should be enough to buy one of your items, right?" she said with a smile. Without waiting for Rachel to react, Orlando picked up a white long-sleeved won’s T-shirt, threw it on the ground, and then stomped viciously on it.
Passersby stopped in their tracks, watching the unfolding drama.
White clothes stain easily. Just being thrown on the ground would soil them, let alone being stomped on by Orlando Evans. Within monts, the pure white shirt was disgustingly filthy.
"You..." Rachel’s face flushed crimson with anger.
After secretly calling the City Managent Bureau, Adele beca even more arrogant watching Orlando Evans’s actions. She casually tossed a wad of USD at Rachel and then threw all of Rachel’s clothes from the cart onto the ground. Rachel couldn’t react in ti to stop them. The two won then began stomping on the clothes as if they had lost their minds.
The onlookers all stared at Rachel, mistakenly assuming she was the other woman in a love triangle who had stolen soone’s husband and was now facing the legitimate wife’s revenge.
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