Chapter 739
Chapter 739
While they were lost in their grandiose fantasies, Raven had moved to the jewelry counter. Her attention was wholly focused on the display of continke her gaze quickly drawn to a particular diamond–encrusted pair at the center.
“May I see that cufflink set?” Raven pointed to the exquisite piece and addressed the sales attendant.
The sound of her voice immediately drew the attention of Leonard and Felipe. Their expressions soured as they took in Raven’s attire.
Her clothing, unmistakably foreign, lacked the distinctive fabric unique to Forreb, a detail that stood out sharply to the Cherrys, whose family owned a garment factory and prided themselves on their knowledge of textiles.
The sales clerk cast a dismissive glance over Raven. “Lady, you’re not from Forreb, are you?” Her tone dripped with condescension. “This boutique is exclusively open to high–end clientele. We don’t serve people from the lower realm.”
He smirked and added, “Even if we ignored your status, someone like you could never afford anything here. Our cheapest bracelet costs more than your kind earns in a year.”
With a flick of his wrist, he gestured toward the exit. “If you really want to shop, leave the mall, turn left, and walk two blocks. There’s a wholesale market there, and it’s much more suited to your budget.”
The market he referred to was a den of counterfeit goods, frequented only by Forreb’s poorest citizens and shady inter–realm smugglers who peddled the knockoffs as “luxury imports” to unsuspecting fools in lower realms.
Forreb rarely saw outsiders, and those who did slip through the cracks often lived in squalor, far worse off than the lowest Forrebians.
Yet these deluded interlopers still clung to the fantasy that merely setting foot in Forreb would elevate them to prosperity. The clerk had encountered enough of such dreamers to feel nothing but contempt.
Raven’s brow furrowed. “Does Forreb prohibit sales to outsiders?” Her voice remained calm, but a flicker of irritation crossed her face. While Forreb’s society was indeed rigidly hierarchical, there was no law barring other–realm residents from purchasing goods. Such “policies” were purely the invention of bigoted merchants.
Felipe, following Raven’s gaze, noticed the cufflinks she had indicated. His eyes lit up with instant recognition. Although not fit for the suit he wore today, these were the perfect match for the custom–tailored tailcoat he had commissioned weeks before.
But then he spotted the price tag, and his excitement withered into bitter resentment. Even he, a Cherry family heir, couldn’t justify such an extravagance. And yet this lower–realm wretch dared to eye them?/She must be up to some tricks to fool a sugar daddy.
The salesperson rolled his eyes. “What? Are you out of your mind? Open your eyes. It’s 1.5 million kryts. You’ll never be able to earn so much in your life. Wake up!”
