Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Chapter 140 Chapter 139-Mall Drama（2nd update, Cheer me with Power Stones!）

After dinner came another night of passion.

The next day, at Emma's strong insistence, John accompanied her to the mall to select and buy a dress for the birthday party she was attending the following day.

However, after roaming around the dress section on the third floor of the mall for quite some time, they still hadn't found a suitable dress.

John looked at the eager Emma, his face showing resignation, "I told you, the birthday party tomorrow isn't that big of a deal. Is it really necessary to make such a fuss about it?"

Emma, tugging on John, headed for the next store.

In response to John's complaint, she shook her head, "You can't say that. It's the Taylor Group's party. They're the leading company in the city. The guests there are bound to be rich and influential. If I dress too casually, wouldn't I embarrass you?"

John curled his lip.

He believed this girl was just making up an excuse to have him accompany her shopping.

Women have an innate talent for shopping that is unparalleled.

He was already feeling tired from all the walking, but Emma was still not at all flushed or out of breath.

Even though she had been up late the night before and had left the house with trembling legs in the morning, once they arrived at the mall, she was full of life again.

"Come on, Johnny, let's check out that store." Emma's eyes suddenly lit up as she spotted an inconspicuous dress shop in the corner.

John looked up at the signboard. It read "Elegant and Unique".

John raised an eyebrow.

The name was pretty straightforward...

He took a casual glance inside.

The shop wasn't crowded, but the salesgirls were all stunningly beautiful, clearly handpicked.

Holding Emma's hand, the two of them stepped into the small shop.

John took a quick look around.

Men's and women's clothing were displayed on two sides with mannequin models in the middle showcasing the dresses.

These dresses did have an appealing look, setting them apart from the ones in other shops.

No wonder the shop was confident in advertising its merchandise as 'distinct'.

Emma, brimming with enthusiasm, began to carefully select from the dresses.

At this time, the shop assistants noticed the two of them.

A tall, pretty salesgirl took the initiative to approach them. "Welcome, esteemed guests, to our shop. How may I assist you?"

John casually responded, "Show us around your dresses, please..."

The salesgirl, with a perfect smile on her face, softly said, "Certainly, sir. Our brand was established by a group of top foreign designers. We cater to a niche upscale market. Many celebrities' red carpet gowns are provided by our store. If you find anything you like, do give it a try. We guarantee not to disappoint."

John pointed at Emma, nonchalantly saying, "Then you can start by picking something suitable for her."

The salesgirl turned to Emma and exclaimed, "Wow, you're so beautiful, ma'am! I believe you'll look stunning in any dress."

Her compliment made Emma blush and smile radiantly, "Thank you, you're very beautiful too..."

John shook his head in resignation.

This silly girl was buying into even such sycophantic words.

However, he had to admit that the salesgirls in this shop were indeed very courteous.

Even their flattery sounded sincere.

They seemed to have undergone rigorous training.

The salesgirl went to Emma and they chatted quietly for a while.

Then the salesgirl picked out a red gown from a pile of dresses, "This dress is perfect for you. Given your fair skin and delicate features, wearing this dress will make you look like a fairy descended from the heavens."

Emma also liked this red dress and held it up against herself.

The salesgirl continued, "Moreover, this dress fits your size perfectly, and it's the last piece of this design we have in our store. If you miss it, there won't be another chance."

Emma couldn't wait to try it on.

But when she looked at the price tag, she froze.

The price was boldly marked at $1.2 million!

This small piece of clothing was actually worth $1.2 million?

Emma was flabbergasted.

Even though she now had over $10 million in her card, deep down, she was still the frugal delivery girl she used to be.

She wouldn't dream of spending $1.2 million on a dress.

Emma hastily handed the dress back to the salesgirl, like it was a hot potato. "Nevermind, I'll continue looking..."

Even though the salesgirl noticed Emma's reaction, her smile didn't change at all.

John, who had been quietly observing from the side, found himself slightly impressed by her professionalism.

The salesgirl held the red dress up on her arm and took down a fluffy white dress from the rack: "Then I recommend you try this one. It also looks great and it can accentuate your youthful and innocent style..."

Emma took the fluffy white dress.

This time she learned her lesson and immediately looked at the price tag.

$500,000!

Emma gritted her teeth.

Why were all the clothes here so expensive?

Although it wasn't as pricey as the red dress, $500,000 was no small amount.

Emma handed the dress back to the salesgirl, "I'll... I'll keep looking..."

Although she indeed liked both dresses, the price tag was rather discouraging.

Seeing Emma's torn expression, John smiled slightly.

He was about to ask the salesgirl to pack up both dresses when a cloyingly sweet voice suddenly rang out: "Oh my, this red dress is so beautiful, honey, buy it for me?"

Everyone turned their heads to see a voluptuous, glamorously made-up woman, arm-in-arm with a pudgy middle-aged man with a paunch, slowly walking their way.

The woman was pointing at the red dress in the salesgirl's hand and cooing at the chubby man.

The middle-aged man rubbed his bald head and grinned sleazily, "No problem, darling. If you want it, we'll buy it."

He seemingly ignored John's presence and arrogantly told the salesgirl, "Hey, shop girl, I want that red dress, pack it up for me quickly."

The salesgirl frowned slightly at the man's rudeness, but her professionalism quickly restored her composure.

She put on her sales smile again and said politely, "Sir, I'm currently assisting these customers. If you need anything, I can arrange my colleague to help you."

Another salesgirl came over at this moment.

Just as she was about to speak, the middle-aged man inexplicably lost his temper, "Cut the crap! Who do you think you are, putting on airs in front of me? I want you to serve me, do you want to do business or not?"

Upon hearing these words, not just the salesgirls, even John couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows.

The middle-aged man's language was outright insulting, and his domineering attitude was off-putting.

Suppressing her anger, the salesgirl still responded politely, "Sir, please don't make it difficult for us workers. The young lady here is currently selecting, this dress isn't available for packaging just yet..."

The middle-aged man seemed to feel ignored and instantly flew into a rage, "Your dress hasn't been sold yet, has it? My darling likes it, so it's mine. I'm paying you for it, aren't I? Pack it up quickly and don't waste my time."

As he spoke, he had the audacity to openly grope the voluptuous woman next to him, a sight that was utterly disgusting.

Emma couldn't take it any longer, and she angrily stepped forward, "What's the matter with you? Don't you understand the simple rule of first come first serve? If you want to buy something, go line up!"

It was only at this point that the middle-aged fat man saw Emma's face clearly.

His eyes lit up with a perverse lust, "Oh my, such a beautiful young lady. But judging by your appearance, you can't afford such a high-end dress. If you really want it, just tell me. Give me your contact information, and I'll buy it for you."

Normally, Emma would have ignored such a sleazy man.

But today, with John by her side, she had nothing to fear.

She retorted, "Shut up, old man. You're flirting with me. Aren't you afraid your wife over there will make you kneel and scrub the laundry board when you get home?"

The middle-aged fat man laughed, his eyes full of possessiveness, "Little girl, that woman over there is not my wife. My wife is at home cleaning. This here is my sweetheart. If you're willing, you could join her..."

It was obvious that the middle-aged fat man treated the alluring woman by his side as a plaything.

The woman herself was green with anger, but she didn't dare to lose her temper with the fat man.

Instead, she glared fiercely at Emma, her eyes filled with resentment.

Emma snorted, "Shut up, fatso. You think I would fall for you? You look like a toad."

John chuckled.

He didn't expect this little girl, who normally appeared so innocuous, to have such a sharp tongue when angered.

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