Her Tears Are His Weakness novel Chapter 212

Layla let out a sigh. "I'll make something light for you when we get home tonight."

"Alright," Samantha replied. As long as Layla didn't make her throw up the barbecue she'd enjoyed eating, everything was good.

After finishing their meal, the two of them wandered around the mall. As they passed by Evergreen's flagship store, there was still a long line in front of the massive storefront.

Layla glanced inside, a hint of longing in her eyes. "I saw a really nice Evergreen bag in a magazine the other day. And since I just sold another villa this month, I think I deserve to treat myself, don't you?"

Samantha raised her hand in immediate agreement. "Absolutely!"

"But the line's a bit long. They close at five, so we might not make it in."

Samantha grabbed Layla's arm and started pulling her toward the store. "Let's go check it out first."

No woman could ever resist the allure of bags and jewelry. Layla didn't bother overthinking it. She just followed Samantha toward the store.

The line was long. Suddenly, Samantha remembered the VIP card Leonardo had given her. She'd never been here before and wasn't sure if it would work. Still, she figured it was worth a try.

She hadn't even reached the entrance when a shrill voice from the line cut through the air. "Well, well... Isn't this Samantha? Didn't expect a broke woman like you to be shopping for luxury goods."

Samantha looked over and saw Chione standing in line, her face twisted in mockery.

"Don't tell me you're here just to enjoy the store's air conditioning? You know, the air conditioning in movie theaters is better. It only costs a few dozen dollars. Even the cheapest wallet in here is five or six thousand dollars. How can a broke woman with no parents like you afford that?"

Chione struck Samantha precisely in her vulnerable spot, eliciting laughter from those in line who were unaware of the situation.

Layla gave Chione a once-over, her smile tinged with contempt. "You talk like you can afford it yourself. Your whole outfit doesn't even add up to five thousand dollars. Can you buy anything in there?"

Chione came from a middle-class family. Her parents ran a small factory, so she never had to worry about food or shelter.

Yet, buying a bag that cost over ten thousand dollars was no easy feat—especially since she was still a student, and she paid for all her expenses with the money her parents sent her.