After finishing with the men’s clothing, Natasha still wasn’t satisfied. She grabbed Dustin’s hand and pulled him into the Chanel boutique next door, excited to pick out a few new bags for herself.
While Natasha was absorbed in browsing, a young man swaggered over. He wore a garishly patterned shirt, a thick gold chain, and an expression full of self-importance.
“Beautiful lady, you have great taste. That bag just arrived—it’s a limited edition. It suits you perfectly,” he said with a greasy smile.
His eyes roamed over Natasha with open greed, completely disregarding Dustin standing beside her.
Natasha didn’t even look up. She continued examining the handbag in her hand as if he didn’t exist.
But the rich kid kept going, convinced he was being charming. “Gorgeous, let’s be friends. Pick anything you like today—it’s on me.”
As he spoke, he shot Dustin a smug, taunting glance, showing off.