Chapter 100 - 99: I’ll Take Everything
He glanced around and realized several nearby customers were watching—some with smirks, others outright amused. His ego couldn’t take the hit. He had strutted in here like a peacock, and now, backing down would mean public humiliation. That was simply unacceptable.
Desperately, his eyes darted around, searching for something—anything—that could help him regain the upper hand without losing face.
Then he noticed it.
Rex’s hands.
They were empty.
A triumphant glint flashed in his eyes as a smug grin spread across his face. Gaining a second wind, he straightened his posture, puffed out his chest, and raised his voice with exaggerated confidence.
"Hah! Look at you! All bark and no bite," he scoffed. "Not a single item in your hands. You’ve been parading around here like you belong, but you haven’t bought a damn thing, have you?"
The man pointed proudly at the two clothing sets draped over his arm—designer pieces he had carefully chosen, their price tags still attached like badges of honor.
"This is Luviton, a top-tier brand—not some back-alley dollar store where you can bargain with pocket change. Every single item here starts at a price that’s more than what even you can dream of," he continued pompously, loud enough for others to hear.
He threw Rex a condescending look, as though delivering a fatherly lecture to a reckless child. "People like you don’t shop here. You save for months, maybe years, just to afford one item. That’s the difference between you and someone like me—a workplace elite. I can afford anything here without blinking."
With a patronizing smile, he delivered his final blow, as if bestowing wisdom upon the next generation. "Take my advice, boy. Go study hard. Maybe in twenty or thirty years, you’ll be able to afford a single shirt without starving for days."