"You heard what she said, ask her for the money," Aurelia Shaw told the shop assistant.
Iris Cooper's face was both pale and flushed; that was over eight hundred thousand, and she only wanted to humiliate Aurelia Shaw, not really pay! That damned wench! Right, there was another condition...
Iris Cooper quickly composed herself, raised the corners of her mouth, "Though I would really like to give it to you, just having this condition isn't enough. The reason why this shop is the most luxurious and prestigious in Capital City isn't just because of the minimum spending requirement. There's a more important condition.
Identity."
This was precisely what Aurelia Shaw, who was powerless and without influence in Capital City, lacked.
Even if Mason Nightshade was her support, what difference did it make? The two weren't married, and everything Mason Nightshade owned wasn't hers.
