After buying men’s clothing, Natasha was still unsatisfied and dragged Dustin into the Chanel boutique next door to pick out a few new handbags for herself. While she was focused on choosing, a flashy young rich second-generation wearing a gaudy shirt and a gold chain brightened up and came over. “Beautiful lady, excellent taste! This is a newly arrived limited edition—it suits you perfectly!” the rich kid said with a squinty smile. His greedy gaze swept over Natasha, completely ignoring Dustin standing beside her. Natasha didn’t even bother lifting her eyelids and continued looking at the bag in her hand. The rich kid refused to give up, smiling as if he thought he was charming. “Beauty, let’s make friends. Whatever you fancy today, just pick—I’ll pay!” As he spoke, he glanced proudly at Dustin, showing off his wealth. Natasha frowned impatiently and said coldly, “Get lost.” The smile on the rich kid’s face froze. In this area, he was considered someone with sta...