Evander actually wanted to leave with me, but his mother was still in his car.
When we arrived at the shopping center, I walked straight through the priority access lane.
Seeing this, Fiora also tried to follow through the same lane, but was stopped by the security guard.
Upset, she pointed at me and said, "Why are you stopping me? Is it because you don't want me to go shopping with you?"
Marcella, my mother-in-law, led her inside and explained, "Isolde is a premium member here who spends more than a million dollars a year. Of course, she can use the priority lane. You fell behind, and the guard didn't recognize you, so naturally he stopped you."
Upon hearing about such high annual spending, Fiora's face twisted with jealousy, yet she began to cry in a hurt tone.
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