Chapter 4 Spending Three Million at Enemy's Store

Laura arrived at the place and quickly spotted Cecilia, who was sitting by the window. Three years apart, her friend still looked the same.

She walked slowly to Cecilia's rear and patted her on the shoulder.

"Who is it?" Cecilia pouted and looked back. Then her tears fell, "Laura, is it really you?"

"Shh!" Laura sat across from her and whispered, "I'm out of jail."

"Really?" Cecilia roughly wiped the tears off her face, "Are you released for your good performance?"

"You bet," Laura smiled.

Cecilia's nose was running, and her tears were falling again. "This is great; where do you live now? I can..."

"I'm all fine, don't worry." Laura was afraid of her questions and feared divulging the secret. The Griffith Family was too powerful. She didn't want to implicate her friend.

"Cecilia, I was just released. Go shopping with me!" Laura smiled faintly.

"Sure, I tell you what, you have no idea what I've been through all these years..." Cecilia grabbed her hand and led her to the shopping mall.

Reid's words echoed in her mind. Only supreme luxuries could match the young mistress of the Griffith Family.

Therefore, she led Cecilia straight to a brand store.

"Laura, their clothes are expensive!" Cecilia panicked at the sight of the signboard, grabbed her hand, and whispered.

"Why, does a rich pretty girl like you care about money?" Laura chuckled.

Cecilia was born into a rich family. Ever since they got to know each other, she had been seen enjoying expensive food and luxurious items. A leopard never changed its spots.

"No! This store is special. You don't want to get in!" Cecilia tried to pull her out of the store.

She patted her head guiltily because the founder of this brand was Leila, Laura's half-sister and the very person who sent Laura to prison!

Wasn't it disgusting to spend money in an enemy's store?

"Laura, let's go to another store!"

The shopping assistant followed them, a hint of contempt in her eyes. People dressed like them would only look around and not buy from luxury stores.

Out of the corner of her eye, Cecilia saw her contemptuous gaze and fumed instantly, "Hey, better mind your attitude as a salesperson and don't give me that face. Are you even the owner of this store?"

Laura held her forehead helplessly. This girl hadn't changed a bit. She picked up a random dress, "It's okay! What do you think of this one?"

"Underdeveloped places breed hoboes. If you don't have money, leave!"

Before the person appeared, her voice came over first. In a suit and on eight-centimeter stilettoes, Leila walked in.

"Boss." All the shopping assistants bowed deeply to her.

Laura's hand trembled, and a flicker of intense hatred flashed across her eyes. What? Boss? Heh! Leila, were you worthy?

"Cecilia, what are you doing here?" Leila curled up her lips, "What a rare guest! What, Laura is dying in jail, and you're here to inform us to prepare for her funeral? Remember, she is a murderer. The Thomson Family doesn't have such an unworthy offspring like her."

Laura clenched her fists till the clothes creased. Snap... the hanger broke in her hand.

"Who are you? Do you know how much this dress costs? Can you even afford the damage?" Leila rudely grabbed her arm, forcing her to turn back. At the sight of Laura's cold face, she screamed, jerked backward, and fell on a rack, "L... Laura, how did you get out?"

"Demon wouldn't take me in and asked me to take your life," Laura smirked. Her bloodless face looked terrifying.

"Laura." Cecilia anxiously tugged her hand, "Let's go, don't wrestle with a vixen."

Laura nodded her head. Although she wanted to strangle every Thomson, she took pains to get out. Never would she want to go back there!

"Stop." Leila got to her feet and snarled, "Who would want a dress touched by a murderer? If you don't buy it for 100,000 yuan today, I'll call the police."

She suddenly laughed and looked at Laura smugly, "You were in prison for only three years. Don't tell me you escaped."

Laura was not afraid of her investigation. Since the Griffiths dared to get her out, there should be no traces left.

"You're the store manager?" Laura felt the credit card in her pocket and asked her half-sister.

Leila chested out proudly, "If you kowtow to me and admit your mistake, I won't mind offering you a job."

"I'll take all the clothes." One head taller, Laura looked down at Leila indifferently, and her eyes penetrated the latter's disguise.

Leila was nothing more than the daughter of a mistress and a criminal who committed perjury. Such a woman was not any nobler than her.

"Laura, you were just released from prison. How is it possible that you can afford all the clothes in my store?" Stung by her disdainful gaze, Leila shouted.

The dispute attracted a lot of people, and the matter would not be dropped easily.

"If I can, you'll kneel and apologize to me," Laura said seriously, stressing her tone.

Some onlookers recognized Leila and discussed with each other animatedly. If she backed off, how was she supposed to establish herself in the fashion circle?

"Okay, but if you can't, you'll kowtow to me and admit your fault."

Laura gave a triumphant smile even though she didn't know how much she had in the card. Then again, it belonged to Jackson, so she should have several hundred thousand yuan.

"Boss, the total cost is three million."

Leila snatched the card away smugly, "Well-well-well, let's see if you have three million yuan."

"Leila, this is blackmail." Not convinced, Cecilia shouted, "Your shabby clothes won't cost three million."

"You think! We're not as ignorant as you." Leila happily tucked her hair behind her ear.

A flicker of fluster flashed across Laura's eyes. In her view, those clothes would cost no more than several hundred thousand yuan. Unexpectedly, Leila had the nerves to demand an exorbitant price. Then again, given the financial strength of the Griffiths, three million yuan should... not be a problem. Besides, Reid told her that the card was limitless.

Leila held a POS machine, and an apprehensive Laura entered the password, swallowed instinctively, and then pressed the confirmation button.

The bills were printed, and a relieved Laura laughed, "Leila, kneel."

"Impossible." Leila widened her eyes. How was it possible that Laura had so much money? She tore off the slip and checked carefully, "Something must be wrong."

"Face the music; people are watching!" Cecilia would not let her off the hook so easily.

Leila skimmed through the slip, guffawed suddenly, checked the POS machine, and placed it in front of Laura fiercely, "The spending limit is 1.5 million. Laura, you lost."