Jenna Roland stood before the jewelry counter, her gaze locked on an exquisite emerald necklace.

The gem's lush green hue would complement Grandma Blanche's porcelain skin and aristocratic grace perfectly.

"May I see this necklace, please?" Jenna pointed at the emerald behind the glass, her voice soft.

The saleswoman gave her a sidelong glance, lips curling in disdain. "This costs three million. You couldn't afford the repairs if you damaged it."

Jenna's pupils contracted. She hadn't expected such an exorbitant price—her bank balance couldn't cover half.

"Don't touch what you can't buy." The clerk smirked. "Try the flea market. That's more your speed."

Heat flooded Jenna's cheeks. She clenched her fists, fighting the urge to walk away.

The woman pressed on: "Trash like you shouldn't even be in this mall. You're bad luck!"

The words stabbed like knives. Jenna whirled around, eyes blazing. "Your job is to serve customers, not judge them!"

The clerk blinked, then sneered. "I only serve people with money. Beggars like you aren't worth my time."

Other shoppers turned to stare. Jenna's blood boiled, but she couldn't deny the truth—she was broke.

"Remember this moment." Jenna enunciated each word. "Your snobbery will cost you someday."

The saleswoman laughed theatrically. "I'll be waiting for your grand return, Miss Roland!"

Jenna strode away without looking back, nails biting into her palms. This humiliation wouldn't go unanswered.