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Sweet revenge 3
Sheila’s POV
The manager smiled warmly. “Yes, it’s been in storage for a while. We’re so grateful you’ve decided to buy it all to support the poor and local modeling agencies that would really appreciate it.”Two women standing nearby exchanged glances, one of them whispering loudly, "Why would they donate old clothes to local agencies? Are they that cheap?"The other woman nodded, her voice low but sharp. "For all their talk about money, you’d think they’d buy something new and classy. This looks more like they’re trying to get rid of leftovers."Another shopper chimed in, shaking her head. "If they really wanted to help, they’d do better than outdated rags. I'm sure they bought these clothes at a very discounted price, but when they want to shop for themselves, they go for new collections and spend millions.”Phoebe, realizing she had been deceived, lashed out angrily at the assistant.“You tricked me! I thought they were the lateRelated chapters
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I stood frozen in place, unable to believe who I was staring at.“Simeon,” I muttered, the name slipping from my lips almost involuntarily.He smirked, a lazy, cocky grin that I remembered all too well. “I'm surprised you remember me, Sheila. I thought you must have forgotten by now; pleased to know that you still remember.”How could I ever forget? The chaos, the tension he brought with him the very first time I met him—who would forget that so easily?I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “What are you doing here?”Simeon leaned back casually against the wall, crossing his arms with a bored look on his face. “I was bored. Thought I’d come by and see if we could finish our interesting, unfinished conversation from the other night.”“Bored? You’re here just because you’re bored?”He shrugged. “Of course. And as I mentioned earlier, you and I didn’t exactly finish our last conversation. I thought we could, yo
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