Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 22 - Shopping

Eleanor looked at the copper-colored storefront after more than five years. They hadn't changed the design a bit,

just the art pieces had been replaced. "The old ones were better," she thought.

She walked in and noticed that the interior had changed significantly since her last visit. There were new types of

products on display, and the overall layout seemed more modern. She scanned the store until her eyes landed

on a section showcasing several backpacks.

She walked over to the rack and picked up a pink backpack. A salesgirl quickly approached her with a polite

smile.

"Miss, this is an excellent choice, but it might not be suitable for you. This backpack is designed for younger

girls. If you don't mind, we have a similar design that would be more appropriate for you. May | show you?" the

salesgirl offered.

"It's okay. | wanted to buy it for my daughter. Can you tellmore details about this one?" Eleanor asked.

"Certainly, Miss. This bag is made of organic cotton and natural cowhide leather. The straps are adjustable but

non-removable. It is crafted in France and designed to be both stylish and durable," the salesgirl explained.

At that moment, a sarcastic voice cfrom behind. "Oh my! Isn't this Eleanor Whitmore? | heard you were

expelled from your family and ran away. Do you even have the money to buy something from Louis Vuitton? If

not, don't dirty the store. Hey, you, salesgirl, send this poor woman out."

Eleanor turned around and saw her former school senior, Willow White, standing there with a middle-aged man.

Willow had been her stepsister Jennifer's classmate and had taken every opportunity to bully her in the past.

Now that Eleanor thought about it, her ex-fiancé, James, had won her heart by always protecting her from

bullying. It must have all been a setup, and she had unknowingly fallen into their trap.

She merely glanced at Willow and then ignored her. She had no interest in talking to the likes of her and focused

on the bag instead. She just wanted to finish her purchase and leave the store.

However, Willow wasn't ready to let it go. She had enjoyed bullying Eleanor in the past, and there was no reason

for her to stop now. She was here with her new boyfriend, a manager at NexaByte Technologies who earned a

six-figure salary. He even had a Louis Vuitton membership card, which made her feel even more superior.

"Oh! Are you playing deaf now? No matter how hard you try, you can't afford that bag. You're no longer the

young miss of the Whitmore family. You're nothing but a poor beggar on the street," she sneered.

Receiving no reaction from Eleanor, Willow turned her fury on the salesgirl. "Hey, you! Can you not hear me?

Why are you still attending to this worthless woman? Cand helpinstead!" she demanded.

The salesgirl maintained her professionalism. "Miss, everyone is a customer. She arrived first, so | am attending

to her. There are other sales assistants available. If you can't find someone right away, please wait. I'll assist you

as soon as I'm finished here."

"Oh! Now a mere salesgirl is talking back to me? Do you know who | am? | am the eldest daughter of the White

family! | could have you fired with just one phone call!" Willow shouted.

Hearing this, Eleanor couldn't stay silent any longer. She turned to Willow with an icy glare and said, "Why are

you picking a fight with this innocent girl? She's just doing her job. If you really have the power, then try and

throwout yourself."

That single look sent a shiver down Willow's spine. She couldn't understand why she was feeling such oppressive

energy from Eleanor, whom she had known since childhood. Meek and easy to bully. But she wasn't one to back

down easily. Angrily, she turned and marched toward the counter.

Eleanor looked at the salesgirl and said, "I'll take this backpack. Please process my payment. And if you ever

face trouble because of this incident, cfindat Heimdall Technologies. | appreciate your courage and

dedication to your job."

Meanwhile, Willow reached the counter and shouted, "Where is your manager? Call him right now!"

The store manager, a middle-aged man with a slightly protruding belly, cout from the storeroom upon

hearing the commotion. "Miss, what seems to be the problem? | am the manager here. If you have a complaint,

we can resolve it in a civil manner," he said.

Willow pointed at Eleanor and declared, "I want that woman thrown out of this store! And | want that arrogant

salesgirl fired immediately!"

The manager frowned. "Miss, everyone is a valued customer here. If she has caused you any trouble, I will

handle it fairly. But could you explain what exactly happened?"

Willow scoffed. "I already told you! She's been expelled from her family, which means she can't afford anything

here. | told your salesgirl to kick her out and attend to me, but she ignored me!"

The manager sighed, trying to remain neutral. "Miss, please don't be upset. She's new here. I'll attend to you

personally. What would you like?"

"Who asked for your help?! | said, throw that woman out!" Willow snapped.

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Eleanor sighed. She didn't want to cause a scene, but her patience had limits. She handed the manager her

Black Card and said, "Okay. Pack the bag and process my payment."

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Eleanor shook her head. "No need. | don't have tfor more shopping. Just pack the bag and complete the

payment."

"0O-of course! Thank you, Miss!" the manager stammered before hurrying off to retrieve a fresh bag.

Willow's boyfriend, sensing something was wrong, pulled her away. Though he hadn't seen the Black Card

himself, the manager's panicked reaction told him everything he needed to know. His precious membership card

was worthless in comparison.

Ignoring Willow's protests, he dragged her out of the store, leaving Eleanor in peace to finalize her purchase.