My Dear Mr. Nice

Chapter 40: Your clothes are not worth 590,000 euros!

Micaela tidied up the house and took Carlos' expensive change of clothes to the dry cleaners before hurrying to the place where she had arranged to meet Ana. They met at Dream de Dragon.

It is a sprawling building of over ten floors, the largest shopping mall in Teladia! It's upscale and tastefully decorated, with areas for clothing and footwear, handbags and jewelry, beauty and skin care, electronics and digital products, and even a food court. In short, it's a shopper's paradise for girls.

Micaela looked around a couple of times, but didn't see Ana, so she pulled out her cell phone and called her.

The phone had broken and was not working, so Micaela was unable to dial the number after several attempts.

Next to the flower shop was a coffee shop and there was a large crowd at the entrance.

Micaela did not see Ana and was about to leave when she heard Ana's familiar voice.

-It was you who suddenly stood up and bumped into me!

Micaela hurried to turn around. Indeed, wasn't it Ana who was surrounded by people and wearing a lavender dress?

Micaela approached and saw that in front of Ana was a well-dressed woman with a beautiful figure.

"The dress she was wearing was so familiar..."

Micaela looked at this woman's dress and frowned slightly.

There was a large light brown stain on the thigh of the white dress, which should have been simply wiped off with a tissue.

-Ana, what's wrong?

Micaela came to her senses and approached Ana, inquiring.

Seeing Micaela, Ana sensed that one of her own had finally arrived and hurried to explain once again.

-Micaela, you're just in time, I went in to pack my milk tea, and as I was about to leave, this pretty girl suddenly got up and knocked over my milk tea without apology, but actually blamed me? -Hey, what are you talking about, what do you mean you're to blame! Do you know how much Katarina's outfit cost?

The girl in the stained dress said nothing, but the other short-haired woman next to her screamed.

It was then that Micaela noticed that the marble floor beneath her feet showed signs of having been recently cleaned.

The cafeteria manager rushed over, a man in his forties, wearing a black suit, anxious to know what had happened. People looking around joined in the explanation.

-This pretty girl who was buying milk tea was walking here when another pretty girl suddenly turned around and knocked it over!

-The milk tea even spilled some on that pretty girl's skirt!

-The girl who bought the milk tea apologized at first, but that beauty wouldn't let her go?

-Yeah, and the woman with the short hair just cursed extra loud!

-Hey!

The short-haired woman stormed forward angrily, her eyes wide.

-Fuck! How much does a cup of milk tea cost her, and Katarina's dress costs enough for centuries of milk tea! Who has the most to lose, you say? The person being contradicted backs down.

Anna, hearing how righteous she was, couldn't help but be a little frightened too and lowered her voice.

-Even if it was my fault, I've already apologized!

Ana said, and looked at Micaela with aggression in her eyes.

-Is an apology enough? If apologies would work, why do you need the police?

-You... -Anna was too angry to say anything.

-How about this, let's leave a contact and follow up on how much this clothes cleaning cost, we'll pay you back.

Micaela took Ana's hand comfortingly and looked at the girl who hadn't spoken and said.

-Well, that makes sense.

-Yes, it's just a little thing, why bother so much!

-Let's each take a step back!

The other guests also felt that Micaela had a good way of expressing herself.

Micaela looked at the girl named Katarina.

That Katarina, however, rolled her eyes and took to staring at Micaela's dress before finally saying.

-I want to see the owner of this store!

The manager, frightened and fearing a reprimand from the owner, hurried to get between the two girls and said. -They are both customers of the store.....

-We are the golden VIPS of your store, just like them," the short-haired woman interrupted him.

The manager paused and then said.

-Yes, yes, yes, of course you are our distinguished gold VIP, but that lady has a point, just pay her the laundry fee?

-Why do we need her laundry fee! This dress is a premium fabric, extremely stainable, but now it's like this, there's no way to wash it anymore! The short-haired woman said. The crowd immediately became agitated.

-It's just a dress and it looks ordinary, how expensive can it be?

-Are these two girls deliberately trying to swindle?

-Why would such a pretty girl do that?!

Katarina said mockingly:

-This is a limited edition of GIBIERRE! It was designed and cut by the famous Gallic designer James himself. It's the only one in the world. But now you've ruined it, don't you have to pay me?

The crowd was amazed.

GIBIERRE is known to be a great brand, not to mention a powerful designer.

Each of James' designs is a limited edition, made by his own hands in very small quantities, so it is used by high society ladies as a symbol of status and position.

Having a dress designed by James was something to brag about, and even more so if he had made it himself!

-Heck, each of James' designs is for sale in limited quantities, it's not something you can buy with money! -No wonder they're so angry!

-This dress is beautiful! But it's a shame to have it ruined like this.

The comments from the audience made Ana feel nervous, so she unconsciously grabbed Micaela's hand.

Micaela took Ana's hand, slightly trembling, and looked at Katarina.

-How much is the genuine article of this dress?

Without hesitation, the short-haired woman said.

-Five hundred and ninety thousand!

Katarina reacted immediately and said angrily.

-What do you mean, this is the genuine article! Have you ever seen a GIBIERRE dress?

She reassessed Micaela and continued.

-Don't think that just because you're wearing a new Chanel dress you're something important. It's priceless, you know? asked Micaela, without rushing.

-Since it's such an expensive brand and such an expensive dress, the pearls you're wearing must be of the best quality, right? The short-haired girl looked at the pearls scattered around the neckline and hem of her friend's dress and spoke smugly.

-Hm, of course, each of these beaded pearls is purely natural, and worth at least twenty thousand.

Micaela, having come to her own conclusion in her mind, said indifferently.

-I'm sorry then, but your clothes are not worth 590, 000 euros!