Chapter Power Of Wealth 2
Ryan walked in sophisticatedly with Cassy into the scene; Amy couldn't believe all this was happening.
It was all happening in a twinkle of an eye.
Dwanye seems to recognise Cassy, but Redford didn't really realize this was because he had no business with her.
"What the fuck! Did they plan all of this? To just embarrass me? This is too much!" Amy said in her head, her eyes still on Ryan and Cassy, though she was lost in a whirlpool of thoughts. "Yes, I am sure no one has mentioned the amount yet." Ryan rolled his eyes, asking almost everyone in the damn room.
This was when Amy flinched, when his damn voice pierced her ears, and the first thing she realized was the devilish and mischievous smirk of her dear stepmother.
She even looks more happy than Mia. Since Amy was seven, when her father got married to Cassy's mother, she found out that she moved in with a daughter almost the same age as her. She wasn't really sure who Cassy's father was, but all she could say was that Cassy had despised her right from childhood, not only her but her damn wicked stepmother.
Will she ever meet people that would love her? She had always asked herself this question daily.
It seems as if the universe itself hated her existence.
"No sir, the dress is yours sir." The lady who had wanted to give the dress to Redford had swiftly wanted to give it to Ryan.
That is what money can do.
Ryan was wealthy, due to how wealthy his both parents were even if they were divorced. Ryan and Redford had also known each other when they were rivals.
Redford knew him, and that was right. Same as Dwanye and the people in there. The three men in there were Billionaires no doubt, but still who will take this dress.
Why are they fucking fighting for a single dress, when the boutique had more than enough beautiful and stunning dress.
Why was the one Amy put on was the center of attention and attraction, that to an extent three men wanted to get it for their lady.
And all these ladies are going to the same occasion too.
"I see, what if I take this dress for $1 million?" Redford offered what left everyone stunned again.
Amy was fed up; she was sick and tired of the fight, just like Dwanye.
Despite the amount of money he had, he tried to maintain and compose himself, not going around bragging and being prideful. This was the main reason he just wanted to let Redford take the dress, but it seems like Ryan was also interested too.
"Enough! Enough! Enough!" Amy yelled as she covered her ears tightly. All this bullshit was starting to make her lose control.
The room went quiet immediately. Amy yelled; it was as though all of them obeyed her command and kept shut.
All eyes were now directed to her, as though they all knew she wanted to say something; their gazes were all fixed on her mouth.
"And for the dress, I don't want it anymore. You both can take it for me and I care." She was referring to Redford and Ryan.
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"Aren't you all shameless, huh? You call yourself billionaires, huh? Are you all mannerless? You let pride take control of you? I can't believe all this commotion is for just a dress. When there are many all around every section." Amy calmed herself a little bit; she was talking so fast now. "Why this dress, huh? I fucking picked it up! Why don't the b*tches you call your lady won't just go around and get themselves something else?"
"And for the staff, you all lack training in this skill and market; don't sell because of power. I really don't know what to say, but do you expect other customers to stroll in here to get clothes? After seeing such a despicable attitude you portrayed?"
"Damn! You all are annoying as fuck! Prideful! Arrogant! Mannerless and freaking idiots!" With this, she stamped her leg and hurried into the dressing room to get off the fucking dress.
They were all now quiet; none of them could say a word, including the staff. It was as though their mouths couldn't pronounce a word.
"How dare she talk to everyone in that manner, huh?" Mia screamed as Amy had already barged the door after gaining access to the dressing room.
"Freaking bitch! Let's go cloth, honey." Cassy said she was referring to Amy.
Dwanye chased Amy into the dressing room to calm her down. Just as Redford and Ryan stood, jealousy flushed into their system seeing how Dwanye chased Amy. Few minutes later
Amy and Dwanye came out of the dressing room and were shocked to still see everyone waiting for them.
Amy held the cloth in her hands; why did Dwanye hold her free hand? This made Redford's heart chatter.
He felt like just killing Dwanye, not giving a damn that he was his friend, if not best friend.
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"This is the damn dress; you both can seel all your inheritance to get it; good luck to anyone who finally gets it." She said and hung the dress on a nearby stand.
Without taking a last glance at anything or anyone, she walked out of the building with Dwanye, her chin up high.
To the surprise of everyone, they couldn't understand what kind of woman she was; she was beautiful, outspoken, bold, and the rest.
For some reason they could help staring at her back until they vanished out of sight, and just then the people around her lost interest. Redford left angry, leaving Mia. Ryan also left angrily too.
The dress was just there; nobody longer wants it. Same dress they had all wanted to show power with.
The staff couldn't help but regret their silly actions; the dress was now left for who to buy now?
Amy was in love with a gentleman, Dwanye; he had somehow started to prove to her that all men were not the same.
She was now wishing to be with him.
Read and find out what happens next... The story is getting heated.