When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 11: Unlimited Gold Card

Mrs. Creed knew Rosalind Fairchild’s personality all too well. Worried that Luna Axton would be at a disadvantage, she handed Luna a gold card as she was leaving.

"That woman is the Young Master’s aunt. She puts on a friendly face, but she’s on bad terms with him and is very unhappy with him. This is the card the Young Master left for you. It has no limit, so buy anything you want. The PIN is the last six digits of the card number."

Luna Axton gazed at the gold card, moved by Mrs. Creed’s words. A warmth spread through her heart. "I understand, Mrs. Creed. Thank you."

"I should be the one thanking you, Young Madam, for protecting me like that." Miss Rosalind was notoriously spoiled and overbearing, not to mention the old patriarch’s youngest daughter. If she hadn’t married a politician who reined her in, few people in Valoria would dare to cross her.

Luna Axton wasn’t good at such back-and-forth expressions of gratitude. She secured the gold card and left.

Caleb drove behind Rosalind Fairchild’s car. "Young Madam, based on the route, we’re heading to Summit Plaza. Summit Plaza is a Fairchild Family property, all of it under the Young Master’s name. You don’t need to be afraid."

It wasn’t that Luna Axton was afraid. She just felt that making a superficial show of wealth was somewhat pointless. But Blaze’s aunt had clearly come with ill intentions, obviously planning to use Grandpa Fairchild’s name to put her in her place.

Whatever Rosalind Fairchild had planned, she wasn’t going to let her succeed.

Her mother had always said that when dealing with bullies, you just had to be more domineering than they were. Then, they would have to think twice before trying to mess with you again.

After getting out of the car, Luna Axton stayed by Rosalind Fairchild’s side.

Rosalind Fairchild browsed several stores in a row, her taste exacting. As soon as a sales associate would ask, "Mrs. Jacobs, are you buying for yourself or for this young lady? I can make a recommendation,"...

...she would immediately lose interest. "Everything in your shop is mediocre, and the new collection has nothing new to offer." With that, she would put on her sunglasses, turn her head, and walk out.

Luna Axton saw the sales associate’s face fall in an instant and silently sympathized with her.

It really is tough, no matter what line of work you’re in.

It was the same when she worked part-time at a bubble tea shop. One customer always complained that the milk tea was terrible, yet he ordered two cups for himself every single time.

There are just people like that in the world, people who have to find fault with others to feel superior. They don’t realize that every single person is a unique individual, with their own strengths and weaknesses.

Rosalind Fairchild entered another store. The moment the sales associates saw her, they immediately rushed over, surrounding her with effusive warmth. "Mrs. Jacobs, welcome! Why isn’t Miss Yvonne with you today?"

Rosalind Fairchild lifted her index finger and pointed at Luna Axton. "I have her."

The sales associate’s gaze fell upon Luna Axton, who was standing behind her. Her eyes scanned Luna from bottom to top, then back down again.

A white T-shirt, a cardigan, and a pair of baggy casual pants—the outfit was so plain it looked cheap. None of the pieces looked like they were from any particular brand. Besides being clean, her outfit had no redeeming qualities.

The sales associate commented with practiced tact, "It seems Mrs. Jacobs is answering the call for austerity and embracing a minimalist style these days."

Rosalind Fairchild was very pleased with the sales associate. "My husband has always been a man of integrity and simple living. The only reason I can spend money here is that it’s my family’s business."

The sales associate quickly agreed. "Yes, of course..."

This month’s sales quota hasn’t been met yet, she thought. It all depends on this big spender right in front of me. If my girls in the group chat from the other stores hadn’t given me a heads-up, I would have no idea what this old hag was planning.

Now it looks like she wants to make this poorly dressed, dumb-looking little girl suffer. Did Young Master Jacobs get into some kind of trouble again? And Mrs. Jacobs is trying to smooth it over by buying some clothes?’

"Mrs. Jacobs, should we arrange a showing, or would you prefer to pick things out yourself?"

Only then did Rosalind Fairchild deign to give Luna Axton a glance. "Go on, take a look."

Luna Axton took in both of their reactions. Such petty tricks are completely harmless. It’s not like she’d never been given a hard time by customers while working part-time.

She had also worked part-time at a fast-fashion store, so she knew exactly what it was like to be run ragged by a customer.

The sales associate had Rosalind Fairchild sit off to the side, presenting her with snacks and fine tea. She then crouched by her feet and began to chat, attending to her every need.

Luna Axton looked around at the clothes in the store. They were mostly khaki and black, simple-colored garments plastered with brand logos—gaudy and tacky when worn.

Rosalind Fairchild had brought her to a store like this with the obvious intention of picking out ugly clothes, branding her as tasteless, and ganging up with the sales associate to put her down.

As long as the sales associate sticks to doing her job, I won’t do anything, she thought. Otherwise, they’ll deserve whatever comes next. Blaze Fairchild never said we had to keep the marriage a secret. If I borrow his power to intimidate them, he probably won’t be mad when he finds out, right?

With these thoughts in mind, Luna Axton pointed to the plainest item in the entire store and looked toward the three sales associates fawning over Rosalind Fairchild.

"That one. Get it for me in a medium."

She didn’t bother adding polite words like "please" or "excuse me." Politeness is reserved for those who are polite themselves.

The three of them over there suddenly burst into laughter. It was unclear if they had been discussing something genuinely funny or were laughing just for her to hear.

But not a single one of them paid her any mind.

"Oh my, that’s just too funny." Rosalind Fairchild lifted an exquisite, ornate teacup and took a delicate sip, her pinky finger elegantly extended. She couldn’t have looked more smug. "Go on now, you’re being summoned."

Only when Rosalind Fairchild gave the order did someone finally come over. Once they were in front of her, Luna Axton began to walk, her slender finger pointing out numerous articles of clothing as she went.

"You’re picking out so many things. Can you even afford it?"

Luna Axton whipped out the gold card and announced triumphantly, "No limit!"

The sales associate rolled her eyes right at her.

Delighted, she pointed out a few more pieces made from high-maintenance fabrics that wrinkled at the slightest touch.

The sales associate took down two items and then stopped, unwilling to move.

Luna Axton’s gaze swept over the three associates. None of them moved.

Caleb grew angry watching this and stepped forward to help her. "Young Madam, I’ll get them."

"No need." Luna Axton stopped Caleb.

Some people are just like that. The weaker you appear, the more smug they become.

Seeing Luna Axton acting so meekly, the three associates looked at her with even more contempt. She’s just a dog flaunting a gold card, getting to feel powerful for once.

The next second, a sly smile spread across Luna Axton’s face. "Actually, I don’t like the ones you’re holding anymore. Just those three pieces I mentioned before, plus that jacket, and those two pairs of pants. Get them in a medium for me to try."

The three sales associates’ faces turned sour. "How could you do this?"

Luna Axton batted her big, innocent eyes and retorted, "And why couldn’t I?"

Rosalind Fairchild’s hand, holding a bone china teacup, paused mid-air. "Get them for her. I’m paying for whatever she likes."

See? This little brat is interesting.

Since Mrs. Jacobs herself had spoken, the work had to be done.

The three had shot themselves in the foot. With no time to cry out in pain and no way to voice their bitterness, they silently got back to work.

Luna Axton tried on the clothes in the fitting room one by one. She had nothing else to do today, anyway. With the baby growing bigger, it was about time to get some new clothes.

Blaze Fairchild won’t let her work part-time, so she doesn’t have any money. She can just ask Mrs. Creed. If Blaze Fairchild has a problem with it, she could use it as an opportunity to get out of those prenatal classes and demand to get a part-time job to support herself.

After more than half an hour, Luna Axton came to a conclusion: she really wasn’t suited for these kinds of clothes that looked expensive but were incredibly uncomfortable.

The long cotton T-shirt and casual pants she was wearing were much better. She left the pile of clothes on the long sofa in the fitting room, changed back into her own outfit, and walked out.

"Auntie, I couldn’t find anything I liked."

"Oh?" Rosalind Fairchild’s tone was full of surprise. "You mean there wasn’t a single thing you liked?"

The three sales associates were bustling about, ironing and hanging up the clothes. They had only managed to hang up a few of the items they’d taken down before when they suddenly heard Luna Axton say she didn’t like anything.

The sale was dead in the water!

The three of them felt like they had been struck by lightning. Their world came crashing down, and they wanted to die.

Luna Axton replied, "That’s right."

"Perhaps your particular style just doesn’t suit this place. Why don’t you try a farmer’s market?" Rosalind Fairchild suggested.

Luna Axton nodded in agreement. "In that case, I’ll call Mr. Fairchild first and report my movements to him." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Rosalind Fairchild could handle any Mr. Fairchild in the family. "Be my guest."

"What is it you need to report?" a low, magnetic voice suddenly asked.