*****For a moment that stretched like an eternity, no one moved. No one breathed. Not even the sound of shuffling fabric or a clearing throat dared disturb the suffocating silence that followed Xavier’s declaration.Everyone stared at him, their eyes wide open and their mouths agape as if trying to decide whether they’d heard him correctly or if their minds had simply imagined it.'Buy all the dresses in their sizes?'The words replayed in every corner of the room, bouncing from one disbelieving thought to another. Especially within the minds of those from Dior’s boutique, who had just entered the high-fashion store.They had followed out of mockery and curiosity, whispering among themselves as they loitered at the entrance, wondering why Xavier and his family hadn’t been kicked out yet.They had expected to find him making a fool of himself, maybe staring in a daze at a price tag or arguing with a staff member about the mistake with their prices.‘But this?’What they heard

*****“Apologies,” she said, her voice level, respectful, yet firm. “But I believe this is the High Fashion boutique—not Dior, and certainly not under anyone else’s jurisdiction. If you are not here to explore or make a purchase, I kindly ask that you leave.”Her words were like a pin dropped in a lion’s den, and silence fell. The kind of silence that pulses just before an eruption.Just at that moment—“You… you dare speak to me like that?!” someone growled. A woman in a glittering red dress, decked in gold and loud perfumes, stepped forward with fury in her eyes. “Do you even know who I am?!”That was all it took.The crowd exploded, and in the next second—“How dare she talk to us like that!”“Who does she think she is?!”“She’s just a lowly shop worker!”“Let’s see how smug she looks when she’s out on the streets!”They hurled curses, threats, and venom at Amelia. Some called her an idiot, others called her names. But through it all, Amelia stood tall, her smile never w

*****Roxie gave a detailed report, claiming that after she kicked Xavier and his parents out of her store, they went into the High Fashion boutique, tried on several dresses, and Amelia irresponsibly entertained them.She claimed she had gone to the High Fashion store out of goodwill, to warn Amelia about the kind of people Xavier’s family were, and yet, instead of being thanked, she and everyone who had gone out of goodwill were rudely insulted.Roxie twisted the truth with practiced ease, flipping the entire narrative in her favor. She painted Xavier and his family as swindlers, and Amelia, the sales attendant, as an enabler of criminal behavior.By the time she finished her story, many of those who had been present during the incident stared at her, dumbfounded.They knew the truth, and it was far from what Roxie had just reported.Yet, not a single one of them spoke up.Instead, after staring at her in a daze for a moment, they smiled brightly and supported her tale, eager

*****All attention veered to Roxie, whose words had taken on an almost theatrical flair.Miss Aria raised a brow, unimpressed but curious. “Please, elaborate.”Roxie’s face lit up like she had just been invited to audition for a lead role.Then, with pride swelling in her chest, she jabbed a finger toward Amelia.“If my thought is correct… which most definitely is, she must’ve noticed how our boutique kicked out this bunch of beggars. So, she’s trying to fabricate an extravagant sale to protect her job.”“Hmmm…” all brows rose, and Roxie continued.“She hasn’t made a single sale since she joined your company. Think about it. If she stages this fake purchase, even if the transaction fails, it’ll look like she’s indispensable, since the price of this purchase is something none had ever achieved before.”Roxie smirked, her voice brimming with smugness.“When the higher-ups at High Fashion see a failed transaction notification for fifty million dollars, they’ll most likely assum

*****‘Payment successful?’The simple, mechanical phrase echoed like a thunderclap in everyone’s mind, reverberating again and again.Absolute disbelief filled the store.No one! Not a single soul in the room—not even Xavier’s parents had thought the payment would ever succeed.That amount of money… it wasn’t something ordinary people even dreamed of seeing in a bank account. And even if, by some miracle, they had it, who in their right mind would drop it all on clothing?It was the kind of wealth that could elevate a struggling family into the ranks of the upper class overnight.Yet, here it was—casually spent on nothing tangible, but… clothing.The silence that gripped the boutique was deafening.No one blinked.No one breathed.No one even dared to think.The only sound was that of the receipt printer, whirring tirelessly as it spat out a long, seemingly endless ribbon of proof.Proof that none of them could deny.The receipt unspooled like a slow-motion declaration