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.

She whispered to Felicia, “Mom, I don’t like this

could tell that Yastnin’s voice was full of contempt, disdain, and

Harris, and George were all

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

not for the fact that Felicia was

fancy to it first. What right do you

first? Charlie, you’re a bicycle repairman, right? Can you earn 1000 dollars a month? Can you

Your wife is just an ugly old woman. She doesn’t deserve

How dare you look down on us!”

scorn on them and calling them poor

a

arrogantly, “You’re right. I do look down on you. What can

dress?”

said in a stern

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

someone you’re not. You’re just an odd jobber, and your

arrogantly as if she had heard the funniest joke in the

back then and fee overseas? So It’s been eight years and you don’t even

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

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

she started working, no poor people had ever had

family walking in in ordinary clothes, she thought that they were new money

were like

Haylan and his family were miserably

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

salesgirl when he saw his wife

luxury brand. Our clothes are all very expensive.

you hear that? You can’t touch it, not to mention to buy it. Hahaha, save it.”

Otherwise, I’ll call

Jaber family Contempt and disdain were written all over her

poor attitude infuriated Charlie, Floris, and the other family

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

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

you are? Why should I apologize to you?” The waitress sneered. She showed no respect

“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 long dress I want to buy with her dirty

hands?