They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System Chapter 240 - 240 It's not in the Receipt!

Chapter 240: It’s not in the Receipt!

Chapter 240: It’s not in the Receipt!

She knew how people like this operated, quick to play the victim, quick to shift bla, and even quicker to beg for rcy when caught.

If she confronted her now, the girl could easily cry, act innocent, or even bla another person entirely.

That wouldn’t be satisfying.

No, soone like her needed to be exposed properly, slowly, completely, with no chance of escape.

So, she waited.

The two friends were chatting happily as they walked toward the exit, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

The second they crossed the scanners BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

A loud, blaring alarm echoed through the entire shop.

For a second, everything froze.

Custors and staff turned in shock, their eyes snapping toward the source of the sound.

Security guards, who had been standing casually near the entrance, imdiately tensed.

This was a store known for catering to the elite, wealthy, influential people who could afford anything.

A theft here?

It was unheard of.

And yet, the alarm was still ringing.

The two girls stood frozen at the entrance, confusion and panic flashing across their faces.

Lady Chineye, the well dressed girl who had just paid, looked utterly stunned.

“What’s going on?” she asked, her voice sharp.

Then, realization hit.

The alarm was ant for them.

Them?

She turned wildly to the nearest employee.

“There must be a mistake!

I paid for everything we bought!” The staff exchanged certain glances.

Of course she must have.

They recognized her imdiately she walked into the store, Lady Chineye, the daughter of the Duke of Tinrin.

A duke’s daughter stealing?

Impossible… right?

One of the employees hesitated before whispering, “Isn’t that Duke Tinrin’s daughter?” Another nodded, still in shock.

“Yeah.

But… does that an she just stole sothing?” A low murmur rippled through the store.

Custors began whispering among themselves, their eyes filled with curiosity and disbelief.

“Why would she steal?

She’s rich.” “This has to be a mistake.” “Unless… soone else did.” A staff mber frowned.

“Who’s that beside her?” “I saw them shopping together.

They must be friends.” “Then it must be her friend who did it.” The murmurs grew louder.

Chineye was a regular custor here, she had never been accused of stealing before.

If the alarm went off, then soone had taken sothing.

And if Chineye herself wasn’t the type to steal… That left only one possibility.

Nnenna, who had been watching everything unfold from the counter, smirked slightly.

Perfect.

Everything was going exactly as she wanted.

Now, it was ti to watch as the truth slowly unraveled.

The alarm continued to ring, and within seconds, store security arrived.

The guards moved with the kind of quiet authority that ca from dealing with the wealthy.

They didn’t imdiately grab the girls or cause a scene, no, that would be too risky.

Instead, they approached professionally, their sharp eyes scanning the situation.

One of them, a man in a sleek black suit, spoke calmly.

“Ladies, we need to check your bags.

Store policy.” Lady Chineye, the Duke’s daughter, nodded without hesitation.

She was completely sure of her innocence.

Why wouldn’t she be?

She hadn’t stolen anything.

As she walked toward the back room with the guards, her steps were confident, composed.

But beside her, her friend wore a small, nearly unnoticeable smirk.

A smirk that Nnenna did not miss.

That smirk was all she needed to confirm what she already knew.

Chineye, still oblivious to what was really happening, suddenly had a realization, just because she was innocent didn’t an her friend was.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Her friend… she was the only one standing close enough to slip sothing into their bag.

And yet, Chineye didn’t hesitate.

She had always been loyal.

She had known this girl for years, her family was honest, her background spotless.

She couldn’t possibly be a thief, right?

No, it must be a mistake.

A one ti thing.

An accident.

Chineye’s mind began racing, formulating a plan.

She had to fix this before things escalated.

Before her friend got into trouble.

She would take responsibility.

Maybe say the item was misplaced, maybe claim she had forgotten to pay.

It didn’t matter.

She wouldn’t let her friend suffer over a small mistake.

As she walked, her head was already full of ways to reverse the situation.

But what she didn’t realize, what she couldn’t realize, was that the person who was about to get into serious trouble… Was actually her.

And by the ti she figured it out, it might be far too late.

The tension in the store was suffocating.

All eyes were glued to the security officers as they gestured for the girls to open their bags.

Chineye stood tall, unbothered.

Why wouldn’t she?

She had done nothing wrong.

Her friend, however, hesitated.

Just for a fraction of a second.

But Nnenna noticed.

The security officers started with the friend’s bag, searching carefully, almost expecting to find sothing.

After all, it was obvious to everyone, Lady Chineye wouldn’t steal.

But when they finished going through her bag, they found nothing.

A murmur spread through the store.

The security guards exchanged glances before turning to Chineye.

“We’ll need to check your bag as well, my lady.” Chineye blinked, montarily stunned.

Then she let out a soft, disbelieving laugh.

“Sure,” she said, holding it out.

“But this is ridiculous.” Unlike her friend’s bag, the guards barely checked hers.

They only glanced at the top, then started to hand it back, until sothing caught one of their eyes.

A glimpse of white fabric that wasn’t in the receipt of items purchased.

One of the guards furrowed his brows and reached inside.

And pulled out the white dress.

The sa one Chineye had picked up earlier.

The sa one she had put back.

Gasps echoed through the boutique.

Everyone froze.

The sales clerks, who had just been smiling at Chineye minutes ago, now looked at her as if they didn’t recognize her.

A young woman standing by the counter whispered, “That’s… That’s the one she didn’t buy.”