I accepted my fate, squinting as I got out of bed. After washing my face, I walked out and saw the three of them eagerly waiting for me to find them some clothes.
I smiled, pulled out my suitcase, and opened the wardrobe. "Feel free to choose whatever you like."
They immediately rushed over like hungry wolves, excited to pick out the clothes.
I laughed as I watched them try on my clothes, admiring themselves in the mirror. "Weren't you the ones who said my clothes were all counterfeit? Why are you so eager to wear them now?"
Matthew chuckled. "Counterfeit or not, the styles are nice!"
Benjamin added, "Exactly, William! If knock-offs look this good and feel this comfortable, imagine how amazing the originals must be!"
Out of curiosity, Liam asked, "Why do you even buy no-name fakes? If you're going for knock-offs, at least get ones based on luxury brands!"
I burst out laughing. "If you're that curious about the originals, just go try them on at a luxury store."
Once they did, they would realize all my clothes were the real deal.
However, Matthew shook his head. "Who dares to go to those stores? I walked past one the other day, and the saleslady's glare felt like daggers. It was like she was silently telling me, 'You loser, if you step inside, I'll destroy you with my eyes alone.' I turned around and ran three blocks."
I laughed out loud. "They're just staff. If they disrespect you, you can file a complaint."
However, from my experience, not all complaints were taken seriously. If the complaint came from those without money, the staff wouldn't face any consequences.
"Hey, what brand is this?" Benjamin asked, holding up a shirt with curiosity.
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