The manager spoke very politely, with a professionally crafted smile on her exquisitely made-up face.
Nora Thompson glanced up indifferently, seeing a woman sitting confidently on the black velvet sofa with a smug smile.
She was smiling so joyfully, like a mouse that had stolen some sesame oil, looking provocatively at her, with a hint of mockery in her eyes.
Actually, she wasn't truly that well-bred or incapable of getting angry; it was just that such matters weren't worth it.
Nora Thompson nodded slightly, glanced at the manager, and then walked towards the exit. The glass door was already closed, and the staff showed no intention of opening it.
"I have to ask Madam King to wait for me to try on clothes. I've booked the entire place today."
Jade Willow maliciously patted Nora Thompson's shoulder lightly; she just wanted to bully her, just a bookish fool after all.
"Could you please open the door?" Nora maintained her composure, though her voice gradually grew colder.
