Chapter 87 Mockery

Kathy's contempt was on the verge of boiling over. Joanna was seething with anger, while Norah remained as cool as a cucumber, which only served to heighten Kathy's anxiety.

"Listen up, last time Derek and I spotted Mr. Scott wining and dining with a lady at the Sky Restaurant. Do you know her, Miss Wilson? She's Amabel from the Morris clan, a hotshot business consultant working for a big-shot company abroad. They were giggling and chatting away like old acquaintances!"

Madeline couldn't help but smirk, her eyes brimming with malice as she fixed a pointed gaze on Norah, hoping to witness her breakdown.

In Madeline's book, Norah had barely been with Sean for a month before Sean moved on to another woman. Surely Norah must be going through a rough time, right?

Jumping on the bandwagon, Kathy chimed in, "So, Norah, are you crashing at the Hayes family's house? Mr. Hayes doesn't mind that you just split with my brother and now Mr. Scott's given you the boot? Oh, the drama!"

Kathy and Madeline exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes betraying their unabashed delight

in Norah's seemingly misfortune.

The salesperson from BelleVogue had been following Norah and Joanna since they walked in. Attempting to diffuse the tension, she approached them and said, "Ladies, do you need any help?"

Kathy shot back haughtily, "Who do you think you are? Did we ask for your damn assistance?"

The salesperson visibly paled, but persisted, "Ma'am, I'm just a salesperson here at BelleVogue. If you need anything, just let me know. All of you are valued customers. Let's not argue, please." Madeline tugged at Kathy's arm. "Kathy, she didn't mean any provocation. Why start a fight?"

The salesperson glanced gratefully at Madeline.

Kathy relented begrudgingly, "Fine, I shouldn't have snapped at her!"

Kathy then gestured arrogantly toward Norah. "But this pauper couldn't afford a single thing in this store! If she accidentally ruins a dress, she couldn't even afford to compensate."

Norah spoke up slowly, her tone icy. "You call me a pauper? Pot, meet kettle!"

Joanna couldn't help but burst into laughter. "You and Madeline are merely beggars. It's

almost conical for you to hurl insults! What makes you think you have any right to judge

Norah?"

Pointing an accusing finger at Norah, Kathy retorted, "What nonsense are you spouting? You're the pauper here!"

Norah's expression turned cold as she grabbed Kathy's finger and bent it forcefully, eliciting immediate cries of pain. "Ouch, ouch, ouch! Let go of my hand! Madeline, help me! It hurts!"

Kathy struggled to free her finger, but Norah's grip seemed unyielding, firmly holding onto her

finger and preventing any escape. She watched helplessly as Norah pressed down on her hand.

Norah sneered, "I can't stand people pointing fingers at me! I find it intolerable, so I might as

well break it!"

"It's going to break..."

Madeline, at Kathy's painful cries, pleaded anxiously, "Miss Wilson, please let go. Do you really want Derek to come over here and see this?"

"Do I? Madeline, get this straight. It's you two who provoked me!" Norah stated firmly, "Joanna and I were just happily browsing through clothes when you two started barking at us. What, we're not allowed to fight back? We have to just take your barking?"

Joanna chuckled, crossing her arms. "I've never seen such unreasonable people before."

With a swift shake, Norah tossed Kathy aside.

Tears welling up in her eyes, Kathy cowered behind Madeline, nursing her throbbing finger. With a slightly quavering voice, she said, "I didn't say anything wrong. Your source of income is murky. You haven't got a penny to your name. If that's not being a pauper, then what is?"

Norah raised an eyebrow, about to respond.

"Who said Miss Wilson's broke?" As these words filled the room, all tumed for the source of the voice.

The salesperson breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, someone capable had stepped in.

A dapper and suave man sauntered gracefully over to Norah, his voice dripping with charm. "Even if Miss Wilson decides to use our clothes as drapes, we wouldn't bat an eyelash."

Kathy and Madeline were taken aback. "And who might you be?"

Using BelleVogue's attire as curtains? Even the wealthiest wouldn't squander money like that. Judging by the man's demeanor, it seemed he couldn't care less about BelleVogue's merchandise. The total number of BelleVogue's luxury exceeded a hundred thousand, with personalized items potentially reaching ten million.

The salesperson spoke up. "This is BelleVogue's designer and the store manager."

Aaron stood beside Norah, his voice tinged with anger. "Norah, why didn't you tell me you were

here? I heard these two morons mocking you the moment I stepped out, and it set me off!"

Joanna chimed in, "I feel the same way, Aaron! Norah isn't fazed at all, but their bullshits had

driven me up the wall!"

Norah remained composed, showing no sign of anger.

Madeline and Kathy exchanged a glance. BelleVogue's designer?

Kathy whispered to Madeline, "I heard that the judge for the Grace Cup is one of BelleVogue's designers. Could it be him?"

Madeline's eyes sparkled. "It might very well be!"

Then, Madeline smiled warmly at Aaron. "So, you're the designer, Aaron Harvey! Please accept our apologies for our little misbehavior. Do you happen to know Norah?"

Madeline apologized humbly while Aaron responded with a hint of arrogance, "Norah is my distinguished client. Show some respect in your words, or BelleVogue might choose not to serve you!"

Without missing a beat, Norah let Aaron scold the two. Aaron stood tall, continuing, "Next time, before you start barking, make sure you know who you're dealing with. Don't go picking fights with the big shots and end up with eggs on your stupid faces!"

When Aaron emphasized "barking", Norah's face broke into a slight smile, and Joanna couldn't hold back her mocking laughter.

The salesperson had warmed up to Madeline and spoke up. "Ma'am, if you need anything, just

let me know. I'll help you find whatever you need."

Feeling embarrassed, Madeline struggled to maintain her composure. She shot a spiteful glance at Norah behind Aaron and pushed Kathy forward.

Quick to catch on, Kathy exclaimed, "Oh my! Norah, you are not picky at all! Now you're chasing after BelleVogue's designer!"

Aaron exuded a refined demeanor, and Kathy's comment was designed to disgust Norah.

Unsurprisingly, Norah's expression turned slightly chilly. "Are you out of your fucking mind? Just because a man and a woman are seen together, you immediately assume it's an improper relationship?"

Joanna widened her eyes, unable to contain her boiling fury. She was about to storm over and give Kathy a piece of her mind when Norah pulled her back. "Norah, don't hold me back! I'm about to blow a fuse even though you're as calm as can be! Kathy, you're insufferable! I really want to sew you up with a freaking needle!"

Kathy, still wary of Joanna, shrunk behind Madeline.