She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 534: The Nouveau Riche Jane

Jenna was furious as she glared at the jewelry consultant, her displeasure evident on her face. She reached out and firmly held onto the necklace, berating the consultant in a loud voice.

"Who do you think can't afford it? Have you seen that gentleman over there? He's none other than Mr. Parry, the billionaire CEO of the Parry Group. How could he not afford to buy this lousy necklace?" "I've decided to take this necklace. Just wait for Mr. Parry to finish his call and he'll pay for it. Why are you being so difficult?"

The jewelry consultant didn't doubt Mr. Parry's credentials, but she had already figured out that he didn't actually want to squander five million on this woman. It was a pity that she couldn't see through such a basic trick.

The sound of high heels rhythmically hitting the floor reverberated through the room as a slightly seductive voice, tinged with dominance, resonated at the entrance of the shop.

Surprising everyone, it caught the attention of all the customers.

"I'll take that necklace."

Curiosity piqued, everyone turned to look. There stood a woman who appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six, with shoulder-length permed hair dyed in a fashionable and eye-catching wine-red color. With a square face and sunglasses shielding most of her features, she exuded an air of elegance.

Wearing a properly fitted black lady's dress, she draped a white suit jacket over it, completing the ensemble with high heels, and crossed her arms confidently.

Her sunglasses covered most of her face, highlighting her vibrant red lips. A strong aura of a powerful woman assailed everyone.

Behind her trailed three or four burly young bodyguards, all sporting sunglasses and wearing cold, indifferent expressions.

"Wrap that necklace up!"

Upon hearing the woman's words, the jewelry consultant's smile became wider.

Indeed, the wealthy are the best customers. They don't bother negotiating.

"Miss, you truly have a good taste. Only someone as genuinely affluent and tasteful as you deserves this cherry blossom diamond necklace. I guarantee that once you wear it, you'll shine brilliantly." As she flattered, she forcefully took the necklace from the woman's hand.

With swift movements, she packaged it in an exquisite gift box, put it in a bag, and respectfully handed it to the lady.

Jenna saw the whole process and her eyes bulged in astonishment.

Just as Jane was about to reach out for the gift box, Jenna grabbed her hand and coldly said, "I saw the necklace first, why should you get to buy it? Put it down!"This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her tone was incredibly rude, as if she was looking for a fight.

Seeing the situation, the bodyguards accompanying Jane took a step forward, surrounding Jenna.

Terrified, her face paled, her voice instantly weakened.

She meekly lowered her head, unable to meet Jane's gaze.

The latter slowly lifted an eyebrow, removing her sunglasses, revealing a pair of sharp eyes that exuded both coldness and elegance.

"Stand down."

The bodyguards immediately dispersed upon hearing her command, obediently following her orders.

Jane slowly took off her sunglasses, donning a pair of black lace gloves over her fair hands, her eyes cold yet elegant.

"An imitation Zara outfit, your LV bag is a knockoff, with even the stitching on the zipper left untrimmed. Tsk tsk... I truly pity you, what you wear is worse than what my maid wears."

As her words fell, all the customers and jewelry consultants in the entire shop turned to look at her, their gazes filled with mockery, sympathy, or disdain.

Jenna felt extremely embarrassed as she quickly hid her purse behind her back. The woman was right. The high-end outfit she was wearing was actually all knockoffs.

Despite the salary offered by the Foley Group being considered high in the industry, she was just an insignificant employee. After deducting basic expenses, she was left with barely three thousand.

Yet these luxury goods, a single LV

bag would cost no less than five digits. She couldn't afford to buy

them for now, and she didn't want to lose face in front of her colleagues and others. So she would rather use her credit card to buy a second-hand of high-quality imitation.

What she needed to strive for might be less than & meal to these wealthy people. It was hard enough for

Jenna to get into college from a et

remote and dilapidated countryside, let alone establish herself in a big city It was something she had to fight for with all her might,

Jane decisively pulled out a bank card from her purse with two slender and beautiful fingers and proclaimed arrogantly, "So what if you had your eyes on this necklace first? As long as you don't pay for it in a minute, I have the right to buy it."

"Waiter, swipe the card."

"No password."

"Yes."

The jewelry consultant hurried over, nodding and bending to take the bank card.

As she passed by Jenna, she deliberately taunted her, "Some people are really disgusting. They don't have money themselves but won't allow others to have it." With that, she left.

"You! Despicable! I'll complain about you. Where's the manager?"

A male manager walked over, first smiling and greeting her. When he heard that Jenna wanted to complain about the poor service in his store, he tactfully declined her complaint. "Madam, you need to be a customer in our store first to comment on the service attitude. Making baseless accusations without making a purchase will lead to consequences." Laughter echoed around her, which deeply wounded Jenna's strong sense of pride. She raised her head, looking around for Teagan.

She hoped he would stand up for her. She was technically his lover now, and allowing that woman to disrespect her would also be a blow to Mr. Parry's prestige, wouldn't it? Teagan finished his call and came back, casually explaining to Nora that he had left his phone in the office. He was in a meeting.

As he entered the jewelry store again, he suddenly sensed that things were not quite right.

"What's wrong?"

The next moment, Jenna threw herself into his arms, crying with trembling sobs, "Mr. Parry, where did you go? Someone bullied me... It's this woman, she's so rude." Teagan touched his high-bridged nose, "I'll teach her a lesson for you. I'd like to see who's so presumptuous!"

He spoke with fierce momentum, but a voice that was neither servile nor overbearing answered him.

"So what if it's me?"

Looking up, Teagan was momentarily stunned. He furrowed his brow, "Jane!"

What was she doing here? And she seemed to have become wealthy all of a sudden.