Chapter 8: Apologize to my girl.

"Okay then, you said it! Let's put it to the test. Wouldn't want anyone doing something dumb just for the sake of their pride." Selena announced, throwing glances at Nova now and then. Nova rolled her eyes so hard. With a cold snort, Nova thought, I'm already in this deep, might as well say what I think. "Selena, what's up with you? Forgot your meds today, or just overdosed on dumb pills? My boyfriend is loaded, these bags are peanuts to him. He's way classier than that trash next to you. Jealous much?" Selena looked like she was about to explode. Tristan just smirked. Little wildcat, I like it! Emily charged up, ready to slap. But Tristan, hands in pockets, surveyed everyone with a cool gaze that finally landed on Ashton. "Good to have eyes, pity you folks don't use 'em. You play high society yet can't spot a fake?" His tone dripped with sarcasm, making Selena turn beet red. She opened her mouth to retort, but Tristan cut her off. "Are you guys just puffing yourselves up? Acting all know-it-all when you're just clueless?" Behind him, people were snickering, barely holding it in. Even Nova couldn't help but chuckle. Tristan's really got some guts. Looks like the money's well spent – he knows how to sting! Ashton scanned the crowd, face darkening, "Enough, if you're so sure, prove it!" "These days, even the knock-offs look real. It's not that hard!" Ashton was just trying to save face. The Hermes sales guy next to the display couldn't take it anymore. This was their turf; how could he not know the real deal? "Sorry to interrupt, I work here at Hermes, manage this place too. If you need, I can check these items for you." Once he got the nod, he began inspecting each item, announcing prices afterward. Wow, these bags cost a fortune! Some folks were about to have a really bad day. Nova was secretly enjoying the drama. After the inspection, all bags were confirmed legit. Tristan, lounging like a boss, picked up some cash and casually said, "Looks like Mr. Wilde forgot what he said earlier. Anyone wanna teach Mr. Wilde how to bark? Do it and take 50,000 or any bag you like." Selena and the rest were mortified. Bags are every woman's dream, and now they were just an arm's length away. Who would say no? "Wait, are you serious? We just teach him to bark and we get a bag for free?" One of the women couldn't resist asking. "Absolutely," Tristan confirmed coolly. "Some people just can't walk their talk. Surprising to see such poor character in so-called high society." Tristan was clearly attacking Ashton indirectly. Ashton's face turned red with anger. He never expected these women to be so spineless, just giving in for some cheap bag. "Woof woof..." One of the women actually got down on her knees, making barking sounds. After she was done, she couldn't help but look at Tristan. Tristan really made her choose a bag and leave. The other women followed right behind. The whole scene left Nova shaken. Holy crap, she saw first-hand how the filthy rich can treat people like animals! It was so satisfying! Tristan casually grabbed some cash and threw it in Ashton's face. The money stung Ashton's face painfully. At the same time, he felt humiliated. "What are you doing!" Ashton growled through gritted teeth. "Teaching you some manners. Get your ass down and lick my shoes." Tristan sneered. But Ashton suddenly laughed lightly, anger on his face. "You want me to kneel? Who do you think you are?" Tristan's face went stone cold instantly. Suddenly he kicked out, sending Ashton flying to smash against the wall. Ashton bounced off hard to the floor, and couldn't get up for a minute. When he tried, Tristan's shoe ground into his face. The room went silent, some frightened women screamed and fled. And now Ashton was groveling at Tristan's feet, pinned unable to move. Tristan curled his lip in a cruel cold smile, looking down at Ashton like a devil descended. "Apologize to my girl."