My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 389

Chapter 389:

This kind of judgment amused her more than it annoyed her. She had encountered plenty of people who judged

others by appearances. Ignoring the frosty reception, Carrie browsed the display case until her eyes landed on a

silver pen encrusted with diamonds, its sapphire-tipped cap gleaming under the counter’s lights. Its refined

beauty made it stand out from the rest.

“Could you take this pen out forto see?” Carrie asked politely, pointing at it.

A younger saleswoman hesitated, her instincts leaning toward assisting Carrie. “Of course, Miss.”

Before she could finish, the older saleswoman stepped in, her voice sharp. “What are you doing? Are you

seriously going to show it to her?” She shot the younger saleswoman a pointed look. “If it gets damaged or dirty,

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are you planning to pay for it out of your own pocket?”

The younger saleswoman froze, her enthusiasm deflating instantly.

She lowered her gaze, retreating behind the counter as if trying to disappear. The older saleswoman stepped up,

her chin lifted slightly as she addressed Carrie with a thin, mocking smile. “This pen is a global limited edition.

There are several models in the series, but only one was allocated to Orkset. It’s priced at ten million.”

She paused, letting the price sink in before adding, “Even the counters in Isonridge don’t carry it.”

Carrie blinked, surprised by the exorbitant cost. She had always thought of Morwick as Kristopher’s favorite

brand—not particularly expensive, but of high quality. While she wanted to give Daxton a thoughtful gift, this pen

was far beyond what she considered appropriate. Daxton wouldn't accept it anyway. Still, whether she bought it

or not was her decision. She wouldn't tolerate being insulted.

Carrie tapped her fingers lightly on the glass counter and said evenly, “Whether it’s ten thousand or ten million,

as a customer, | have the right to examine the product. If holding it would cause damage, then maybe your

brand’s quality isn’t as impeccable as you claim.”

The saleswoman laughed, her tone exaggerated. “Miss, do you even understand what luxury means? People who

can afford a ten-million-dollar pen aren't using it to write grocery lists.”

Carrie’s mind drifted to Kristopher. He had a preference for pens over computers, often jotting down ideas in his

impeccable handwriting. She used to do the swhen drafting scripts, borrowing his pens without asking. She

remembered the times she’d jabbed the pen into the paper in frustration, ruining several of them. The pens

Kristopher casually used were far more extravagant than this one.

Thinking of it now, she couldn't help but laugh inwardly. The royalties from her scripts wouldn't even cover the

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cost of one of his pens.

“People can exist together and still be many worlds apart,” she mused.

As Carrie's expression shifted, the saleswoman misread her reaction as defeat. Emboldened, she leaned closer,

her smirk widening. “Letenlighten you. This pen was specially ordered by Lise for Mr. Norris. Because he

likes it, our counter was able to secure it for display. It's just being stored here temporarily.” She paused for

tic effect. “Do you even know who Mr. Norris is?”

Carrie's face remained impassive. “No matter who he is, does his money have a special exchange rate? Is it

worth more than mine?” Her voice was calm but cutting. “As someone working in customer service, you should

know better than to judge customers based on appearances.”

The saleswoman threw her head back and laughed mockingly, turning to the other two saleswomen. “Did you

hear that? These types always have something to say. Who gave her the confidence to walk in here and talk like

this?” The two younger saleswomen exchanged nervous glances but stayed silent.