Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 93

"Who says we can't afford to buy something? I can..." Lina’s about to bite the bullet and just buy an

outfit to vent her anger and make the staff stop looking down upon them.

I grab her back in time and say to manager, "Can't we just have a look in the store?"

"You two have come to a store which is far out of your income range. You might be here to make

trouble, and it is my job to protect the rights of the other guests in the store." The supervisor acts as if

he is being reasonable.

This burst of shame… this time, I let it fuel what I do next.

I lift my head and reply, "But you don't have any evidence against us. In fact, you are clearly

discriminating against us for no good reason. By the way, what you just said?” I hold up my phone and

wave it for good measure. “I have already recorded it. I think this should work as a good piece of

evidence for me to hand over to the management of the mall."

"You..." The supervisor's face immediately turns red.

“Or if you’ve called them already, I can just hand it over when they arrive here.”

"Grace, that's enough,” Zoe scolds me. “You are poor and rejected with no family and no job of any

value. Why would you come here to shop? Do you still miss the days when you got to wear this kind of

thing?" Zoe says mockingly, "If you really want these clothes, then I can take pity on you and buy

something for you."

"Why? Can't a sanitation worker come here to look around and shop for clothes? Or does the Stevens

Family think that sanitation workers are inferior to others? If the public knows that the Stevens Family

looks at sanitation workers in this way, I'm not sure how they will feel about it."

It is a direct reminder of the situation with Lily.

Which I know had her in the crosshairs for both humans and wolves.

I’m not making a threat so much as stating a fact.

Zoe’s behavior is a reflection on Pack Stevens.

Zoe sputters but she doesn’t go so far as to refute what I said—probably because she knows I’m right.

"Why do you have to be so serious?" Lily, who had been silent throughout, suddenly asks.

I barely mask my surprise. Lily is the last person I’d expect to come to my defense.

Lily smiles coldly and goes on, "Sanitation workers can certainly buy clothes here, it is a free country.

Everyone is welcome. But as with any store, if one isn’t actually making purchases, they shouldn’t

loiter. That’s an impediment to store owners. If you aren't going to buy anything, then don't interfere

with other people's business.”

From the sparkle in her eye, Lily thought she’d scored the last word, and, already I can see the store

manager perking up like that bit about loitering is the key to proving his innocence.

But I’m not ready to be thrown out just yet.

"This one is fine." I point at a dress with a price tag of four million dollars. It’s a one-of-kind couture

gown and the designer’s name is valued around the world. It’s a true showpiece. “Didn’t Miss Stevens

just say that she wanted to buy a dress for me? Then let's just get this one."

Zoe sputters.

“Come now, Zoe, you're not going to go back on your words, are you?" Lina taunts. They don’t run in

the same circles, but they know of each other. Lina smiles and steps closer to me.

Zoe's face turns even redder.

Lily says disdainfully, "It's not that Zoe can't afford to pay for the gown. It's just that buying something

like this for a murderer is not worth it." This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

I blanch. Lina steps in front of me. "Who are you calling a murderer?”

Lily snarls. ”Does she not even dare to admit that she killed my sister?"

I press my lips together tightly. The scene of the car accident flashes across my mind again. I lost

everything that night.

My hand goes to my stomach.

“She did!” Lily yells.

"I didn’t."

“Liar! The verdict has already been passed. Weren't you talking all high and mighty about some

evidence just now? You have to realize that all the evidence back then pointed at you."

My eyes water. It’s true. No matter how hard I tried to defend myself, all the evidence really did point at

me.

It was obvious that she had been framed, but no one believed her except Lina .

"Lina, let's go," I say.

I grab my friend’s hand and spin to walk them out of the store.

And then I slam directly into Sean who’s on his way in.