The Invincible Mercenary King

Chapter 72

Not only Haylan was angry, but Charlie and the rest also looked unhappy.

Charlie went over to support Felicia and said in a stern voice, “Yasmin, you’ve gone too far. You can talk nicely to your consin. Why did you push her?”

“Don’t talk nonsense and claim kinship with me. You beggar, who’s your cousin?” Yasmin rebuked coldly.

She was wearing a lot of jewels and gold, looking like a million dollars,

Apart from that, regular skin care treatments kept her skin smooth and glowy. Thus, she looked a few years younger than her peers.

On the other hand, Felicia was in an impoverished and rustic state. Prolonged manual work and hardship made her skin swarthy and her hands rough.

Especially Charlie. His labor-intensive job as a mechanic gave his hands calluses. And even though he had washed his hands clean, there was stubborn black grime under his nails.

It was a striking contrast when Yasmin stood beside Felicia and Charlie.

Because of that. Felicia felt that she was superior to them and held the Jaber family in contempt.

Charlie and Felicia grimaced when they heard Yasmin’s rude remark.

“If you can’t afford to buy the dress, just get out of the way!”

Yasmine was extremely condescending. Not only did she push Felicia, but she also shoved Charlie away. She walked to the plain long dress and looked at it carefully. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

Felicia gazed at the long dress with a complicated expression.

She also liked the dress very much and was reluctant to give it to Yasmin.

Ever since she was young. Yasmin had been stealing things that belonged to her.

She came from a much less privileged family than Yasmin’s. Therefore, she chose to swallow her anger most of the time.

But this time, she didn’t want to give in

“Stop looking. This dress costs more than 16 thousand dollars. You poor people won’t be able to afford it even if you sell yourselves.” Yasmin looked at Charlie and Felicia with disdain and said sarcastically.

Then, she told the saleswoman who walked over. “Pack this dress for me.

Everyone in the Jaber family was irritated.

looked displeased. She whispered

very young, she could tell that Yastnin’s voice was

Harris, and George were all

mother who kept gazing at the dress in dismay. He stood up immediately and said with a grim

the fact that Felicia was his relative,

Yasmin. My wife took a fancy to it first. What right do you

a bicycle repairman, right? Can you earn 1000 dollars a month? Can you afford this dress? You’re as poor as a dog, yet you still want to stand up for your wife. You’ve overestimated yourself”

a hero. Your wife is just an ugly

How dare you look down on us!” Charlie and Felicia were

the store, she had been pouring scorn on them and calling them poor dogs, stripping them of their dignity and pride.

such a big bully.

What can you do to me? Do you have the

dress?”

said

and grabbed the plain dress, saying. “That’s right,

not. You’re just an odd jobber, and

gutlawed arrogantly as if she had heard the funniest joke

Haylan and said disdainfully, “And you, you’re Haylan, right? Didn’t you commit a crime back then and

you’re worse than a beggar. You’re just a piece

said coldly. “If you can’t afford it, don’t touch our dress. If you dirty it, you won’t be able to compensate

people had ever had

thought that they were new money from Lightdom

like a warning light.1

and

slapped Felicia’s arm, she hit her hard, causing Felicia’s hand to turn

you doing? Charlie glared at the salesgirl when he saw his

Our clothes are all very expensive. Poor

to mention to

please leave immediately. Otherwise,

Jaber family Contempt and disdain were written all over her

attitude infuriated Charlie, Floris, and the other family members.

turned grim when he saw that his mother’s hand turned red after

said coldly. “I’ll give you a chance. Apologize to my mother right away!”

to you?” The waitress sneered.

“Apologize for what? Your mother is a lowly woman. So what if the salesgirl hit her? Besides, the young lady didn’t do it on purpose. It’s all your mother’s fault. Who asked her to touch the

hands?