Chapter 192

Irene lowered her head awkwardly and quietly placed the designer bag from her hand back on the shelf.

Unable to watch any longer, Hannah stepped forward, her tone firm as she addressed the male sales assistant, "As a salesperson, it's your job to treatevery customer with respect. Your attitude is completely out of line."

The sales assistant looked Hannah up and down, clearly unimpressed by her simple outfit, and scoffed,pointing at Irene. "And how exactly did I mistreat her? I showed her everything she asked for, didn'tl?"

"Then take down all the bags on the top row and let her have a look," Hannah said, her gaze unwavering.

The sales assistant stood motionless, his disdain unmistakable."Do you even know how much those cost?You think I'll just take them down because you asked? The cheapest one up there is at least a million dollars.Shocked?"

Without a word, Hannah pulled a black card. "Can we see them now?" she asked coolly.

The sales assistant's expression stiffened for a moment, but he quickly masked it with mockery as he glanced at her face. "What's so impressive about getting a black card by hooking up with a rich guy? I don't serve gold-diggers," he sneered.

Irene, standing beside Hannah, became furious. "How could you say something like that about her?"

"Did I say anything wrong?" the sales assistant fired back. "She's so young and already holding a black card. If not by relying on a man, how else could she have it?"

Hannah didn't waste another word. Her palm landed hard across his face.

Stunned, the sales assistant stared at her, eyes wide. "How dare you slap me?"

"You insulted me first. What's wrong with me teaching you a lesson?" Hannah replied, pulling Irene over to the sofa. "I will pursue this matter. Get your manager here."

Rena,who had heard the commotion, rushed over. "Hannah, what's going on?"

Hannah gave her a quick rundown. "This sales assistant accused me of getting my black card by relying on a man. I'm about to speak to the manager."

Rena's expression darkened instantly."My friend earns her cash through running her own company. She doesn't need to depend on anyone."

Now visibly nervous, the sales assistant quickly approached the store manager, who had just arrived. "She hit me! You need to stand up for me!" the sales assistant hastily said.

But the manager didn't even look at the sales assistant. She walked straight toward Hannah and Rena,her voice respectful. "Ms. Scott, Miss Brown, how can I assist you?"

Both Hannah and Rena were on the store's VIP client list. The manager had only stepped away briefly, and in that short time, everything had gone sideways.

Hannah spoke slowly but clearly. "Your employee insulted me. How do you plan to handle that?"

The manager drew in a breath. "He'll lose three months of commissions and bonuses."

Hannah let out a light laugh. "Still not enough."

"Then we'll terminate his employment immediately. Will that suffice?" the manager asked tentatively.

The moment the word "terminate" was mentioned, the sales assistant erupted. "You're really going to fire me? I'm your boyfriend! Who knows where these two women even got their money from-"

"Enough!" the manager snapped, signaling her subordinates to remove the sales assistant at once.

The manager apologized repeatedly. Hannah gestured toward Irene. "This lady was interested in a few bags.Please assist her."

"Of course, ma'am. Which would you like to see? I'll bring them over myself," the manager said to Irene, all smiles and eager to salvage the situation.

The mood ruined, Hannah and Rena exchanged a glance and quietly exited the store. Watching the two VIPs leave, the manager stood frozen, regret written all over her face. She'd just kissed a hefty amount of commission goodbye.

Irene made a prompt decision, selecting two limited-edition bags and footing the bill before leaving.

As Hannah and Rena strolled slowly through the mall, a voice called out behind them.

"Young lady!" Irene jogged up to Hannah.

Hannah greeted her politely. "Ma'am, is there something else you need?"

"This is for you," Irene said warmly, offering a wrapped handbag. "Thank you for what you did earlier."

Hannah shook her head. "I didn't do much. I really can't accept it."

Rena chimed in to help politely decline the gift. Irene, though disappointed, respected their decision and relented. Then, as if something occurred to her, she asked, "I heard you run a company. My son's also in business. Could I have your card? Maybe you two could have some business dealings."

"Of course," Hannah replied, retrieving a card from her bag and handing it over.

Irene took a moment to memorize the name on it before carefully putting it away.

Just then, a familiar voice called out, "Mom, what are you doing?"

They turned to see Miles approaching.

Hannah blinked in surprise, looking from Irene to Miles. This woman was his mother? What were the odds?