Back in college, Rachelle often competed with Cheyenne and vied with her in every way possible. Thus, Cheyenne had never liked Rachelle, but she didn't expect Rachelle still to be as hostile to her, even though more than six years had passed since they had graduated.

Even though Cheyenne was nice and good-tempered, she couldn't stand Rachelle's behavior anymore.

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"Rachelle George, don't go too far!" Cheyenne hollered furiously.

Rachelle raised her curved and thin eyebrows and said with a smug and provocative expression, "Who's going too far? Do you own this store? We're all customers here to buy something. Who are you to say that this coat belongs to you? Besides, my fiancé and I came to this store before you did, and we've had our eyes on this trench coat for a long time. We wanted it first!"

She sounded extremely self-righteous when she said this.

Cheyenne ignored her and turned to ask the sales assistant, "Is it true they saw the trench coat and wanted to buy it before we did?"

With a polite smile on her face, the sales assistant shook her head and said to Rachelle, "I'm sorry, Miss. You didn't seem to say you wanted to buy this trench coat earlier, so…"

Rachelle harrumphed coldly. "I was here with my fiancé to shop for some clothes, and another assistant helped us, so of course you aren't aware that we liked it first! We did indeed decide to buy it first!"

The sales assistant blinked. In fact, she had been standing near Rachelle and Daniel the entire time. The two of them had never asked about the trench coat.

But as a sales assistant, she didn't want the customers to get into a heated argument in the store, so she continued to put on a professional and presentable smile before asking, "So, which sales assistant did you inform about your interest to purchase this trench coat? If she has promised to sell it to you first, I won't have the right to sell it to someone else."

Rachelle rolled her eyes. "There are so many sales assistants here. How can I remember which one of you it was? Besides, since I've said that I've already decided to buy it, it means that the sale was confirmed. Why are you asking so many questions? What does it have to do with you?"

After getting a harsh scolding for no reason, the sales assistant could no longer force herself to smile. Her professional smile faded a little, but she nevertheless tried to stay as polite as possible. "Miss, if you haven't confirmed your interest to purchase this trench coat, the other customers in the store have the right to buy it. This is the rule of our store. I hope to seek your understanding."

"You!" Rachelle's face turned sullen after the sales assistant contradicted her. But she naturally wouldn't argue with the sales assistant of a designer store like Ermenegildo Zegna because that would be too degrading.

Moreover, Rachelle didn't forget that her enemy was not the sales assistant but Cheyenne, who was standing next to her.

So she soon targeted Cheyenne again. "Cheyenne Carter, are you sure you really want to vie with me for this trench coat? Ermenegildo Zegna isn't a cheap brand that you can find in a random mall. It's a top international luxury brand specializing in designer clothing for men. Each piece of clothing here costs at least a few thousand dollars. Do you think you can afford it?

"It's not that I'm looking down on you, but the Carters are on the verge of bankruptcy. How can you still afford to buy clothes from this brand? Look. My fiancé is different. He's a business manager of the Feather Corporation and draws a six-figure annual salary. He can easily afford luxury goods and designer wear. But what about you? You just have a good-for-nothing husband who freeloads off of you and even got married to you because of a disgraceful reason. The entire county knows about your scandal!

"If I were you, I'd be too embarrassed to even go out! Hmph, how dare you come here and compete with me for this trench coat? You're not fit to do that."

Rachelle had completely dropped her pretense and was extremely harsh with her words. Moreover, when she realized that many people around them were looking this way, she deliberately said in an even louder voice, "Speaking of which, most people in Orange County should know who this woman is, right?"

She pointed her finger at Cheyenne and said conceitedly, "She's the most famous and beautiful Cheyenne Carter, who was embroiled in a scandal with her chauffeur at a young age six years ago. There were even lots of obscene photos and videos of the two of them circulated everywhere. Her reputation was ruined, and she disgraced her family terribly!

"The man standing next to her is that very chauffeur who slept with her back then and became her live-in husband. He sponges off her, and now, his wife has to pay for the trench coat because he can't even afford his own clothes. Come on, everyone. Take a look at this distasteful couple. Aren't they a match made in heaven?"

After hearing what Rachelle said, everyone started whispering among themselves.

"Wow, so this is the woman known as the most beautiful girl in the county back then! I used to hear about her all the time, but this is the first time I've seen her in person. She's really quite pretty!"

"What's the point of being pretty? Didn't you hear what the other lady said? She's a promiscuous woman who slept with her chauffeur in her early twenties. She's obviously not a decent woman."

"Hey, you can't say that. She was already an adult at the time. What's the big deal with sleeping with her lover? I don't think there's anything to be ashamed of."

"In fact, it's quite understandable. She was so pretty back then, but she ended up in a scandal with her chauffeur, who's way inferior and unworthy of her at all. Of course, it would spark an outrage!"

"Who are those people to be dissatisfied? Even if Cheyenne Carter didn't marry her chauffeur, they wouldn't have stood a chance! Besides, I think her husband is quite handsome and tall. He's not as bad as they make him out to be!"

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It was past 8 p.m., which happened to be the time when many would go out for a stroll on the streets after dinner, so there were many people in the store.

Due to the fuss that Rachelle was kicking up, almost everyone in the store was staring at Lucas and Cheyenne while making all sorts of remarks about them.

Sensing their gazes and contempt, Cheyenne felt as if she had gone back to the darkest time of her life six years ago. She got the chills and wished that she could vanish right on the spot.

"Let… let's go!" she suddenly said to Lucas while lowering her head a little.

Lucas gave Cheyenne's hand a little squeeze and held it even more tightly.

After hearing the disdainful remarks coming from around them, Lucas was also extremely upset because he could imagine that Cheyenne must have heard those hurtful comments all the time in the past six years.

Deep down, he felt even more guilty and sympathetic toward Cheyenne.

Lucas put his arm around Cheyenne's shoulder and pulled her into his embrace. He said seriously, "From now on, I will never let anyone bully you again!"