Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 659

Chapter 659: Chapter 659

"Excuse me, but I can’t disclose the identity of our VIP client. Please step aside," the sales associate said, about to close the door.

Serena stood her ground, arms crossed over her chest, and asked with a hint of pride, "Do you have any idea how much I spent at the previous store?"

The sales associate, seeing this self-important woman before her, remembered the manager mentioning that a certain rich girl, clad in a pink suit, had managed to offend Bard’s wife. The word on the street was that Bard’s wife had sent a clear warning: anyone who dared to do business with that rich girl was looking for trouble.

It wasn’t just Bard’s wife one should be wary of. Even the sales associate, struggling to suppress the urge to roll her eyes at the haughty display, was annoyed.

If it weren’t for the fact that she represented a top-tier brand, and that rolling her eyes would tarnish its image, she would have loved to serve this girl a hefty dose of disdain.

"Miss, regardless of how much you’ve spent elsewhere or the ’victories’ you’ve had, this store has its policies. Please move aside. We wouldn’t want you to get hurt," she said with forced politeness.

"I want to see for myself what this ’VIP’ looks like. Probably some nouveau riche brat or a mistress too ashamed to show her face."

When Serena remained stubbornly in the doorway, the sales associate had no choice but to call security.

As two burly security guards approached with determination, Serena, not wanting to make a scene, shot the sales associate a glare.

"Crazy, refusing free money and turning away a customer. You’re just a sales clerk, don’t get ahead of yourself. Low-life."

The sales associate was taken aback by the insult, feeling both angry and hurt.

Serena, finding some cathartic release in her outburst, felt her mood lift and headed toward the next boutique.

The sales associate there, forewarned, saw her coming and stepped forward to block her.

"I’m sorry, but you can’t come in."

Confused, Serena asked, "Why not?"

"This store doesn’t welcome you."

Serena wondered if Rosemary was behind this. But then she thought that woman couldn’t possibly have the clout—she must be leveraging Romed’s influence!

Damn it all!

"You don’t have to listen to her. I have more clout. I’ve just spent a fortune at another store," Serena said, trying to assert her status.

The sales associate replied expressionlessly, "Even if you were to buy out our entire inventory today, showing such financial strength, we still wouldn’t allow you to take a step forward. Please consider shopping elsewhere."

"Are you siding with her against me?"

The sales associate wondered if the girl was delusional. In Dawnstar, who dared to cross Bard’s wife? She had offended someone so untouchable and still had the audacity to say such things. Was she out of her mind?

"Please leave," the sales associate said, gesturing towards the exit.

Fuming, Serena refused to believe this was happening. She tried the store next door, only to be stopped again before entering.

It had to be Rosemary’s doing!

Unable to contain her anger, she blurted out, "Don’t you know who I am? Have you ever heard of the Collins family?"

Who? What on earth was that?

"Sorry, but could you please not make this hard for us?" A line of sales associates stood in unison, firmly blocking her entrance.

Passersby were strolling along, and some luxury car owners sat smugly in their vehicles, watching her with amusement.

Out in the open, Serena felt the sting of embarrassment.

"You don’t recognize the Collins name? Kenneth Collins ring any bells?"

"Apologies, but if you don’t leave now, we’ll have to call security."

It didn’t matter if one was a tycoon—in Dawnstar, in the presence of Bard, one had to step aside.

Serena couldn’t believe these salespeople were so clueless that they hadn’t even heard of her father.

As the crowd around her grew, she stomped her foot in frustration and left.

"Just you wait, Rosemary. You’ll get what’s coming to you if our paths cross again!"

Meanwhile.

The store manager personally packaged all the items, applied the membership discount, took another 20% off, and even threw in two extra dresses for Rosemary.

Watching Eunice and Rosemary rush to foot the bill, the manager couldn’t help but compliment them:

"The affection between you two is truly heartwarming, just like mother and daughter. Although, in my years in this position, I’ve never seen such a youthful mother or a daughter so considerate and caring."

"Rose, this is my treat; I insist on paying!" Eunice was determined. "Besides, you’ve already bought so many clothes for me. Don’t snatch the bill from me again, or I’ll feel disappointed!"

"You should let your aunt pay," the manager chimed in, a bit awkwardly. "We wouldn’t dare take your money, young lady."

How could they accept money from the young miss when her aunt wanted to pay?

Seeing Eunice’s domineering but caring attitude left no room for debate, Rosemary couldn’t help but smile.

"Okay, your treat."

"That’s my good girl," Eunice beamed. "I’ve accepted all the clothes you bought for me earlier, and now you have to accept everything I bought for you!"

With that, Eunice’s eyes caught a glimpse of a chic backpack in the corner. She walked over, picked it up, and said, "Rose, look at this—it’s as if it was made for you. It’s lovely. You’ll look great with it. Let’s add this to our purchase."

Touched by her aunt’s affection, Rosemary grinned. "Then dinner’s on me."

"When you’re in Dawnstar, you don’t need to spend a dime! Don’t be formal with your aunt!"

Once everything was packed, Rosemary moved to pick up the bags, but Eunice linked arms with her and said, "Someone will carry those for us. Come on, I’ll take you out to eat. You must be starving."

They had spent quite some time in just that one store.

Suddenly feeling her aunt’s arm linked with hers brought a warmth that spread from her heart.

Ever since she had found her family, Rosemary realized time and again that being pampered and adored by relatives was a true blessing.

She instinctively held onto Eunice, her lips curling into a smile like Alma’s.

"Rose, what would you like to eat? Just name it," Eunice said with a mix of assertiveness and doting affection.

"If you’re too shy to say, I’ll call Louisa."

Rosemary chuckled. "I’m not picky, really. I’m fine with all kinds of cuisine—whatever you think is best."

"Where do you get this considerate nature? Did that family who raised you mistreat you?" Eunice pondered. She figured Rosemary was one of those cool-on-the-outside, kind-hearted-on-the-inside types—probably because her previous family was indifferent, or unkind, or she was simply born with a generous spirit.

"I’ll have to ask Louisa about you, get to know you better," Eunice mused. Then a restaurant came to mind. "I know just the place you’ll love. Let’s go. I will treat you."