Chapter 172


    The saleswoman cursed Yvette secretly for not choosing the more expensive range of cars. She


    reluctantly gave her a brief introduction of the car.


    "Miss, how about this. We have zero down payment here, and I can introduce you to a car that suits


    your personality. The most important thing for us women is to drive a car that suits us the most.


    Look at that car over there, it''s perfect. I know lots of beautiful women who have bought that car


    because of its safety features. What''s more, you don''t have to pay a cent for a down payment. It''s


    definitely worth it." The saleswoman said with a smile.


    "No, thank you. I want this car." Yvette shook her head, getting impatient. When she was browsing


    through the other cars, she noticed that the car cost 200,000 dors. It was too expensive.


    It would be very difficult for Chuck to afford it. If he didn''t have enough money, he would be forced to


    borrow some money from Zelda or other women.


    Yvette did not want that to happen. This car was worth around 80,000 dors, it was good enough


    for her.


    The saleswoman was unhappy and insisted, "Please consider it. It has zero down payment! It only


    costs a few thousand dors a month. Don''t you think it''s a good bargain?"


    "Thank you, but I really don''t want that," Yvette refused. She was bing more and more fond of


    that 80,000-dor car. Although it couldn''t bepared with her previous car, this was the car that


    her husband was going to buy for her. It was worth more than the money that it cost.


    "Well, are you satisfied with this car, Miss?" The saleswoman said with disdain, and cursed Yvette in


    her heart.


    She secretly thought, "I hope you''ll be d*mned to drive this car for the rest of your life."


    Yvette replied, "Yes, I think it''s good,"


    "Well then, if everything checks out well, you can put down a deposit for the car today," The


    saleswoman said.


    Yvette shook her head. She was preparing to leave but she decided toe in here just to have a


    look at the car. She could afford the eighty thousand dors, and the 500,000 dors that she sent


    to the Baller had been refunded to her ount since he did not want to ept the money. However,


    she was not nning to use the money and wanted to return it to the Baller no matter what.


    However, she knew that Chuck would be unhappy if she paid the deposit. It would be better if she


    avoided that.


    "Thank you. I''ll be back tomorrow," Yvette said as she walked out from the store.


    The saleswoman was even more unhappy.


    The saleswoman secretly ranted, "Why aren''t you paying the deposit? Are you messing with me,


    woman?"


    The saleswoman tried to persuade Yvette, "Miss, if you like the car, you should put down a deposit.


    If someone else bought it before you, you will have to wait for a few more days. Why wait if you like


    the car?"


    "Thank you. My husband and I wille and look at it again tomorrow." Yvette smiled.


    "Okay," the saleswoman turned around and ignored Yvette. She muttered under her breath, "You


    poor woman! Are you going to pretend to look rich again when youe by tomorrow?"


    Hearing these words, Yvette frowned.


    She was about to leave, but when she saw something on the saleswoman''s skirt, she hesitated and


    reminded, "Miss, your..."


    The saleswoman said with contempt, "What? You said you liked the car yet you refuse to pay the


    deposit. I''vee across people like you. Why? Do you think it''s expensive? What are you doing


    here then? Go next door to buy a van since it would only cost you 30,000 dors,"


    Yvette sighed. She just wanted to remind the saleswoman that there was something on her skirt, "I


    wanted to tell you..."


    "What else do you want to say? Are you trying to convince me that you will be here tomorrow? I


    won''t believe you..." The saleswoman sneered, "I hope you don''te back tomorrow. Our store


    doesn''tck customers like you. There are many people who would buy our cars."


    Yvette was very angry. Why was this saleswoman being so unreasonable? She didn''t want to be


    misunderstood so she walked over and reached for her skirt. There was a piece of paper stuck to it.


    "What are you doing? Do you want to fight?" The saleswoman raised her hand and pped Yvette.


    The staff in the 4S Automobile Store and other customers turned over at the sound of the p.


    Yvette didn''t expect this at all. She just wanted to take the paper off from her skirt before leaving.


    She was stunned, and the burning pain on her face made Yvette feel wronged immediately.


    "I..." Yvette bit her lip.


    The saleswoman sneered and yelled, "What do you want to say? Do you want to hit me just


    because you can''t afford the car? Where do you think this is? Hubby, where are you? There''s


    someone here who wants to hit me!" Then, a man in a suit frowned and came out. He was the


    manager of this store.


    He red at Yvette and asked, "What did you do?"


    "I didn''t do anything..." Yvette tried to exin.


    The saleswoman butted in and started making up stories, "I can''t believe you''re still trying to deny it!


    I was exining the functions of this car to her but she felt that the car was too expensive, so she


    suddenly came over and tried to hit me. Everyone saw it."


    "I didn''t. I''m....." Yvette tried to offer an exnation.


    The saleswoman said angrily, "You didn''t?! Then why did you approach me? If I didn''t notice, who


    would have known what you would do? Were you nning to stab me with a knife?"


    The manager''s face changed. This woman must be the reason his wife was so pissed. She looked


    like a decent woman, but why was she so vicious?


    "Why do you have to be so rude? If you don''t want to buy it, then you can leave. Why do you have


    to hit her?"


    "That''s right. This kind of woman must be someone else''s mistress. I guess she must have been


    abused by all the men. So, she decided to take her anger out on us,"


    "She''s so vicious! Holly is pregnant. How can she do that to her?"


    The nearby staff came over and pointed at them.


    The sarcasm and the angry voices made Yvette''s face grow redder, and tears started to fill in her


    eyes.


    "Get out of here!" The saleswoman scolded, "I''m pregnant, by the way! If anything happens to my


    baby here, be prepared to face the consequences!"


    "Please get out!" The manager''s face was cold. They had a hard time conceiving and he didn''t want


    to lose their child. Today must have been their unlucky day for meeting such a vicious woman.


    "I wasn''t going to hit her, I just noticed..." Yvette exined coldly.


    "Notice what? How dare you make up excuses!" The saleswoman was very angry. She red at


    Yvette and pped her again.


    The first p had caught Yvette off guard but she saw this oneing. She quickly grabbed the


    saleswoman''s wrist and said, "There must be something wrong with you. I wasn''t going to hit you


    just now. There was just something on your skirt..."


    "Let go of her! How dare you hit my wife! Eat this!" The manager roared and kicked her in the gut.


    Yvette fell to the ground. Her stomach hurt, and she couldn''t help but wince from the pain.


    Yvette bit her lip and got up. For a moment, she really wanted to cry, but she couldn''t. She


    absolutely wouldn''t!


    "Dear, are you okay?" The managerforted his wife, afraid that something had happened to his


    wife.


    "My hand hurts..." The saleswoman whimpered pitifully.


    "It''s alright, you''ll be fine now!" The manager came over and shoved Yvette, "You''re lucky that you


    are a woman, or else I would have beaten you to death!"


    How could Yvette put up a fight with a man like that? She was pushed to the ground, and her high


    heels broke on the spot. Her whole body ached all over.


    She could feel the pain on her face as she gritted her teeth and stood up. She would not show a


    sign of weakness.


    "Leave and don''t evere back again. You''re not weed" The other salesperson yelled.


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    "Get out of here, now!" The manager shouted at her.


    Yvette stumbled onto her feet. She wanted to tell these people that she wasn''t trying toy a hand


    on the saleswoman.


    "Look, she still wants to hit your baby. Why is she so vicious?" The saleswoman said disgustedly.


    The manager bellowed, "Get out now!"


    He kicked her angrily. Yvette clutched her stomach and fell back to the ground. Her vision became


    blurry as tears started to well up in her eyes again. She bit her lip and insisted, "I didn''t hit her. I just


    wanted to tell her that there''s a piece of paper stuck on her skirt..."


    "Paper? Are you really that kind?" The saleswoman sneered. She noticed that there was paper on


    her skirt, but she didn''t believe that was the reason Yvette had approached her. Yvette must have


    been angry from the embarrassment just now and was nning to attack her. Fortunately, she was


    alert. Otherwise, her baby would have been hurt.


    "Nonsense, that must be your excuse. You are so evil!"


    "Get her out of here!" The other salespeople were irritated at Yvette. How could she be so


    unreasonable?


    "I really wanted to tell you..." Yvette felt wronged.


    The other salesperson couldn''t bear to listen any longer, so they went over and kicked her. "Get


    lost!"


    p!


    Someone pped Yvette again and she did not manage to dodge it. She fell to the ground. At this


    moment, she felt like she was abandoned. Pain shot through her entire body. Yvette wondered in


    despair, "Chuck, where are you?"


    Tears rolled down her cheeks.