Chapter 20

Natasha hadn't been back to campus for a long time. When she chose not to pursue further studies, many of her professors had tried to persuade her otherwise. The next afternoon, as she walked through the boutique, she asked, "Could I take a look at that scarf?" Tomorrow, she would return to Hawthorn University. Back then, those professors had always been kind to Natasha, especially Elvira Goodman. Natasha remembered Elvira vividly—she was a strong, capable woman, and this scarf would match her perfectly. "Miss, you really have a good eye. This scarf is made from 100% mulberry silk, and the designer is a well-known name overseas…" Before the sales assistant, Diana Shortle, could finish her sentence, a loud, arrogant laugh interrupted her. "What's the point of telling someone poor and uncultured about the designer? She wouldn't even recognize the name." Natasha didn't need to turn around to know who it was. "No need to explain it. Just wrap it up for me." Diana gave a gentle smil