Top Notch War God

Chapter 27

The more Ariya listened, her face burned with embarrassment. She used to take pride in her 300,000 dollars monthly salary, but now that pride had turned into a tinge of shame.

Yet, at this moment, Talon, who was standing aside, stepped forward.

"Who said we are just here to look around?"Talon asked, locking eyes with the two women.

"Mrs. Storm, is this the useless husband who abandoned you five years ago?" The short-haired woman looked Talon up and down with disdain in her voice.

"I've heard about you—living off Ariya while doing nothing at home!! I'm telling you, you can't afford the clothes on this floor. Just look at the prices, and you'll know your place! Get out before you embarrass yourself—and us, since we're all part of Mrs. Storm's group."

"Since you two are in the same group as Ariya, why don't you help her choose something?" Talon said, pulling Ariya into the store.

"Hah, as if a broke loser like you could afford anything here."

The short-haired woman pouted and followed them inside.

She was eager to see how Talon would embarrass himself today.

"Hello, welcome. Feel free to look around." The sales assistant came over and glanced at Talon's attire with a hint of disdain.

"This lady is the deputy director of Yuvi Group and the most beautiful woman in Philadelphia. Aren't you going to show her your most exquisite and expensive dresses?" The short-haired woman cut in before Ariya could speak.

"Mrs. Storm is attending Miss Christina's banquet tonight. Cheap clothes won't do justice to her elegance, so keep that in mind!"

"Mrs. Storm is attending Miss Christina's banquet?" The sales assistant's eyes lit up.

"What a coincidence. Our design director is Miss Christina's apprentice. Over half of the clothes here were designed under Miss Christina's guidance. Especially this dress, which arrived yesterday. It features golden patterns and nine diamonds from Belia. It's handmade, and I'm sure it will meet Mrs. Storm's needs."

Ariya was shocked. No wonder the dress was so expensive; the patterns were gold, and the diamonds were real Belia diamonds.

This wasn't just a dress; it was like wearing a fortune on your body

"But this dress is a bit pricey, at eighteen million. Mrs. Storm, would you like to try it on?" the sales assistant asked.

"Is money a problem for our director? She earns three hundred thousand a month. Bring it here!" The short-haired woman was barely holding back her laughter. 18 million dollars—no way Ariya could afford that.

The sales assistant hesitated. A monthly salary of 300,000 dollars was top-tier among ordinary people, but it was still not enough for their luxury store.

"How about I show you another dress?" the sales assistant asked tentatively.

"No need! Are you afraid Mrs. Storm can't afford it? Bring that dress here!" The short-haired woman shouted. The sales assistant had no choice but to bring the dress.

"Talon, this..." Ariya was still hesitant.

"Go and try it on," Talon said, pushing Ariya towards the fitting room.

"Oh, with such an expensive dress, our director will look stunning."

The woman with rose-red hair crossed her arms. "But I wonder if someone can afford it?"

"Exactly, tsk tsk, over ten million. Just thinking about it makes me envious!" the short-haired woman sneered.

"Oh, by the way, I heard that even trying on clothes at this store costs money? Apparently, it's one-thousandth of the total price, which would be eighteen thousand. You wouldn't be without even that much money, would you?"

Talon ignored them, but the sales assistant beside him listened with a darkened expression.

Their store did indeed charge for trying on clothes. If they couldn't afford it, things would get complicated, and they'd have to call security.

Thinking of this, the sales assistant quietly picked up the walkie-talkie and whispered to have security wait at the door.

Ariya walked out in the gown, and the three women were stunned.

The red gown perfectly outlined her graceful figure. The hem revealed a pair of smooth, white thighs, and the nine diamonds on the chest sparkled charmingly under the light.

Ariya gazed at herself in the mirror, momentarily entranced.

As a woman, Ariya naturally loved to beautify herself, but due to life circumstances, she had buried this love deep within her heart. Now it was all coming to the surface, making her incredibly happy.

"Mrs. Storm, you look so beautiful in this dress," murmured the woman with long, rose-red hair, forgetting to mock Ariya, her tone filled with undisguised envy and jealousy.

"Hey, why are you still standing there? This dress fits perfectly. Our Mrs. Storm wouldn't let anyone else have it! Move and wrap it up!" the short-haired woman shouted.

"It's just over ten million. Our Mrs. Storm can absolutely afford it!"

"Mrs. Storm, when you wear this dress tonight, I guarantee even Christina will be stunned! If she personally comes to have a drink with you, it would be an honor for our entire group!"

The short-haired woman boasted, unable to hide the smile on her lips. 'Ariya, I'll lift you up high and then slam you down hard. Let's see how you face the world then!' She thought.

Eighteen million, for them, was an astronomical price, absolutely impossible for them to afford.

Even Ariya would have to max out her credit card to buy this dress. She couldn't possibly expect that vagrant beside her to buy it, could she?

"Excuse me, please wait. We need to discuss this." Ariya was flustered. The dress was indeed beautiful, and she was reluctant to take it off, but over ten million... that price was absurdly high.

"No need to discuss it. You look so good in it, I don't want you to take it off," Talon said as he fumbled for a long time before pulling out a black card.

This card was given to him by Christina's father when he helped clear his enemies. Talon had never used it in all these years.

"Is this... a Centurion card?" The sales assistant took the black card and, upon seeing the embossed head on it, her eyes widened.

This was a Centurion credit card issued by the world's top banks, with only a hundred in circulation globally. It couldn't be applied for; it was issued free of charge to selected clients by the world bank.

There was no credit limit because the holders of such cards were known to be incredibly wealthy.

Those who held this card could buy an airplane, and the world bank could deliver it within half an hour.

In short, those who held a black Centurion card stood at the pinnacle of the world.

The sales assistant held the card with both hands, her face a mix of excitement and caution. She trembled as she spoke, "Hello, esteemed guest! Because you hold a Centurion card, all items in our store are sold to you at a 40% discount!"

She added. "The original price of the dress Mrs. Willis is trying on is eighteen million. The current price is ten million eight hundred thousand. May I proceed with the payment?"

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" the short-haired woman screamed.

"Isn't he a worthless bum who lives off Ariya? How could he have a Centurion card?! Miss, you must be mistaken. This is impossible!"

"Miss, please watch your tone when speaking to a Centurion cardholder, or I will have security escort you out!" The sales assistant's expression changed instantly, warning the woman.

"This..." The woman with long, rose-red hair was also stunned, feeling utterly humiliated.