Chapter 214
"This won't do, that won't do—come on, limited edition or not, just name a price! We'll pay you, satisfied?" Jeffery Reid snapped, clearly annoyed.
"Money? Sweetheart, that's the one thing I've got too much of. I could drown you in bills if I wanted. I don't care about cash—I want my shoes! You scuffed them, you fix it. I want an identical pair. No knock-offs. No pre-owned garbage."
Nicholas furrowed his brows, finally cutting in. "That's a bit over the top, don't you think?"
She shot him a mocking glance. "And you are? Mind your business."
"Do you even know who he is?" Jeffery barked. "He's the CEO of Evans Group! How dare you speak to him like that?!"
She let out a laugh full of contempt. "CEO of Evans Group? So what. That might scare others, but not me. In old-school terms? He's just a bastard son—completely unworthy!"
That jab made Clara narrow her eyes, something about this whole exchange wasn't adding up.
This woman wasn't just being rude, she was deliberately disrespecting Nicho

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