Chapter 303

Camille Hartwell could practically read Chloe Harrington's thoughts.

She opened her mouth to say she was fine when Rosalie Lancaster stormed in.

The older woman took one look at Chloe and snapped, "There you are! Do you know how long I've been searching? You're not answering your phone—"

Her tirade cut off abruptly when she spotted Camille's back. Rosalie's expression instantly frosted over.

A sales associate approached Camille just then. "Ms. Hartwell, all your selections have been packaged. Here's your receipt totaling 5,897,640 dors."

Camille nodded and accepted the slip. They stood in The Meridian's private shopping suite where her purchases were meticulously arranged—over thirty designer bags lined up like soldiers.

After verifying the amount, Camille handed over her black card without hesitation.

Both Rosalie and Chloe gaped. Nearly six million on clothing? In one afternoon?

Rosalie recovered first, her lips curling. Clearly this was just an act—a desperate attempt to appear wealthy when everyone knew the Hartwell family was struggling. Without Damien Harrington's support, even Selene Lancaster couldn't spend that recklessly.

But Chloe worried her lip. Rumors said the Hartwell enterprises were floundering. How could Camille drop six million so casually?

Rosalie scoffed but held her tongue. Turning to Chloe, she said, "Uncle Malcolm's finished cooking. Are you planning to keep everyone waiting? Move it."

Chloe threw Camille an apologetic glance before scurrying after Rosalie.

She'd heard the Lancaster mansion—a 600 million dor estate—was Damien's gift to Helena Lancaster. That didn't include the priceless furnishings.

Rosalie had bragged the living room vase alone cost tens of millions, another of Damien's lavish gifts to Selene.

The entire home dripped with obscene luxury. Though raised in privilege, Chloe found herself tiptoeing, terrified of brushing against some irreplaceable artifact.

Giselle Lancaster lounged on a silk sofa, cracking nuts. She laughed at Chloe's wide-eyed caution.

Selene descended the staircase like royalty. "Relax," she drawled. "They're just decorations. If something breaks, we'll replace it." Her tone implied such expenses were mere pocket change.

Chloe was speechless. When had Selene become this extravagant?

Giselle smirked. "Damien has more money than sense when it comes to spoiling Selene. She could smash this place daily and he'd happily fund the destruction if it amused her."

The words settled like lead in Chloe's stomach. She'd heard rumors of Damien's generosity toward Selene—funding her family's rise, gifting shares, opening doors. But witnessing it firsthand was different.

What stung most was knowing how differently he treated Camille. When the Hartwell businesses faltered, Damien refused to lift a finger.

Yet for Selene? No expense was too great.