Urban System in America-Chapter 101 - 100: Seraphina Marcella

He stood frozen, petrified.

Not just from shock—but from fear.

His mouth opened. No words came out. Just a quiet, broken whisper. "Impossible..."

He may have been arrogant, even reckless, but he wasn’t a fool. Moments ago, he had mocked Rex—mocked his youth, his casual clothing, his presence in a store like this. But now, watching him casually buy the full collection that he himself had been too afraid to even browse, reality hit like a punch to the gut.

He’d talked big earlier, but in truth, he’d picked the cheapest basics after peeking at the price tags. And the boy he mocked? He’d just bought the entire damn collection.

Cold sweat trickled down his neck.

His legs buckled.

With a dull plop,

He collapsed to the floor, stunned, his face pale as chalk, cold sweat glistening on his forehead, his eyes wide with disbelief and dawning regret.

Because he finally understood.

This wasn’t some brat playing dress-up. This was someone truly wealthy. Someone far beyond his reach.

Rex didn’t even spare him a glance.

He simply bypassed the man and walked leisurely toward the counter where the staff had begun tallying up his purchase. He settled into a plush leather sofa nearby, looking entirely at ease.

A staff member approached with practiced poise. "Sir, would you like something to drink while we process your purchase?"

Rex leaned back and replied without thinking, "Just a Coke."

The girl froze, visibly caught off-guard.

Rex noticed it, and added, "If you don’t have that, it’s fine. Just give me plain water."

To be honest, after all that changing and trying on, he was tired—and thirsty. A cold drink was what he needed.

But the girl, visibly flustered, quickly shook her head. "No, no, sir. Don’t worry! I’ll get it right away!"

Her tone was unusually resolute, almost as if she were going off to battle. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Rex raised an eyebrow. He was slightly confused by her overreaction. She looked like she had just received a life-or-death mission.

The truth? It was a crisis—at least in her world.

The reason behind her strange behavior was simple: this was Luviton, after all. A top-tier luxury boutique that catered to dignitaries, aristocrats, and celebrities. Their usual refreshments included— rare red and white wines from private vineyards in France and Italy, imported sparkling water from the Swiss Alps, ceremonial Japanese matcha whisked into bowls of jade green froth, jasmine pearl tea, artisanal teas from hidden mountains in China, and coffee brewed from some of the world’s most exclusive beans—civet, Jamaican Blue Mountain, Hawaiian Kona, and more.

Occasionally, a discerning client might request rare liqueurs or expensive spirits, like a shot of Russian vodka or aged cognac.

But even then, they were always stocked for such events.

But a Coke?

No one asked for something as common as that.

In fact, they didn’t even keep it in stock.

Yet she didn’t dare say no. For someone who could casually drop six figures on a shopping trip, they’d bring it from the next city if necessary. But she didn’t dare say no. Not to him. Even if Rex asked her to lick the floor clean, she might hesitate—but only for a second.

So, she scurried off, determined to find a Coke at any cost.

Rex, oblivious to the brewing chaos caused by his innocent request, pulled out his phone. Judging by how many items were being processed, it would take time, so he might as well kill a few minutes scrolling.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man slowly returned to his senses.

And he finally gathered enough courage to stand, his face now blotchy red, half from embarrassment, half from shame. Mocking eyes from other shoppers pierced him like arrows. He looked like a failed clown after a disastrous performance.

After much internal struggle, he swallowed his pride, stood up and approached Rex, his steps awkward and hesitant.

Rex noticed the movement and glanced up, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

He raised a single brow.

"Oh? He asked lazily. "So...Do I qualify to shop here now?"

The man froze mid-step. His face turned crimson, his lips twitched as he tried—and failed—to find words. His body trembled slightly, but no excuse came out.

Rex’s gaze sharpened—cutting.

"You said this isn’t a movie," he said, his voice calm, sharp as ice. "But if it were, you’d be the comic relief. Loud. Stupid. And forgettable."

A pause.

Rex leaned forward slightly, voice dropping just enough to be heard by everyone nearby.

"Let me offer you some advice... since you seem to enjoy giving it. Next time you want to act like a big shot, maybe make sure the real one isn’t in the room. You might live longer."

Then, with a lazy wave of his hand, he dismissed him as if swatting away an annoying fly.

"Now buzz off, I’m in a good mood today. Don’t spoil it."

The man stumbled back, face burning. He turned and all but fled, dragging what was left of his dignity behind him.

Just as he passed through the doorway, as if on cue, the air in the boutique shifted.

A hush fell once again as every head turned toward the entrance.

A woman had walked in—her presence like a sudden breeze of elegance. She was dressed sharply in a crisp cream blouse and high-waisted tailored trousers. Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor, announcing her arrival like a metronome of confidence.

Every head in the boutique turned to her, as if guided by instinct.

She walked with poise, confidence, and effortless grace. Her posture regal. Her features were striking—elegant makeup, glossy hair in a sleek bun, and eyes that exuded calm authority.

Even before she reached Rex, the fresh, elegant fragrance she wore had already made an impression—soft, floral, and unmistakably sophisticated.

She stopped in front of Rex and smiled warmly.

"Good afternoon, sir. My name is Seraphina Marcella. I’m the store manager here."

Rex rose from his seat, his expression softening. Not because she was pretty. Definitely not.

He took her outstretched hand in a gentlemanly gesture, his fingers lightly clasping hers.

Her hand was soft, delicate, and slightly cool to the touch.

For a brief moment, he was tempted to hold on longer, but he remembered his manners. With a reluctant breath, he let go after a few seconds, because anything more would be impolite.

"A pleasure," he said with a charming smile, his voice warm and polite.

The feeling was mutual.

(End of Chapter)

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