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Sweet Revenge
Sheila’s POV
I wasn’t planning on running into Phoebe and her mother today. My main goal was simple: grab a few clothes for my mom before she got discharged from the hospital.The doctor had decided to run a thorough checkup on her, which extended her stay by two more days. I thought I’d use this time to pick out something nice for her, something to cheer her up after such a long hospital stay.Kane, one of my bodyguards, had suggested this boutique when I mentioned I needed to stop by the mall. I hadn’t expected the prices to be this high, though. Even with the money Grandpa had given me, I didn’t want to waste it on luxuries. I still needed to plan for my future, especially after I left Andrew’s life.Just as I was browsing through the racks, I felt a shadow looming over me. It was Phoebe and her mother, Fiona. Great. Of all people to run into.I ignored them and moved on to another section after the stupid stunt they had just playedRelated chapters
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Sheila’s POVAs soon as I spotted the new rack, I dramatically exclaimed, “Wow. These are exactly what I’ve been looking for! No wonder I couldn’t find anything earlier.”The assistant chimed in, loudly announcing, “These are from a very expensive collection. Are you sure you can afford them?”I smiled at the bait and responded, “I’ll take a few. The price isn’t an issue. I've been looking for this exact collection, which is why I haven't really picked many dresses since I came.”Right on cue, Phoebe’s obnoxious voice rang out just as I expected. “I’ll buy every dress on this rack,” she stated arrogantly.The assistant feigned surprise and glanced at both of us as if confused about what to do at that point.“These dresses are more expensive than others, ma’am,” she warned, then gestured toward me. “And this lady here seems to be interested in some of the collection. Perhaps, you can check out other sections so that you'll have va
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