The Divorcee Amazed the World

Helena didn’t have much interaction with Jenny, only knowing that she had an elegant temperament, a cold personality, and spoke very little.

She entered the Hermès boutique to pick a bag for Jenny.

She chose a 30cm amber yellow platinum bag, costing over a hundred thousand, and needed to be paired with items of similar value, such as scarves, pillows, and the like.

While making her selection, she heard a delicate voice behind her, “Helena, are you also choosing a bag?”

Helena’s scalp tingle slightly as she turned to look-Susan.

Susan, clad in luxury brands, holding a pricey crocodile skin platinum bag, walked with an affected and arrogant demeanor.

Helena responded with a faint “Yes.”

Susan, like a toffee, approached, asking the sales assistant, “Which one has caught Helena’s eye, sister?”

The sales assistant picked up the amber yellow platinum bag Helena had chosen and replied, “It’s this one.”

A trace of scorn flashed in Susan’s eyes as she stared at the bag Helena had on her shoulder, unable to discern its brand. She sneered, “Helena, who comes from a little village, might not be very familiar with luxury goods. To purchase a bag here, you need to spend over a hundred thousand to qualify. Do you have that?”

Helena’s gaze chilled, “Certainly.”

She wasn’t obsessed with luxury goods. The bag she had was picked up casually; she couldn’t remember its brand, but it was convenient for carrying things.

However, during festivals or special occasions, she would pick gifts that Nancy and the old lady liked. Nancy especially loved Hermès bags, and Helena had given her several.

Susan responded with an “Oh,” and sarcastically remarked, “Helena, spending Willis’s money without any hesitation, huh?”

Helena laughed, “He’s my husband. I spend as I wish. No need for you, an outsider, to comment, right?”

Susan snorted, “Willis and I have known each other since childhood, for more than ten years. We grew up together, sharing many life experiences. If we really have to talk about it, you’re the outsider. You might not know, my first Hermès bag was a gift from Willis.”

Helena paid little attention to Susan’s lip service and picked several scarves, accessories, an ashtray, and a blanket, adding up to over a hundred thousand.

She took out a card from her wallet and handed it to the sales assistant, saying, “Please use this card.”

“Sure, please wait a moment,” the sales assistant replied, taking the card to the cashier.

Helena needed to sign, so she walked over.

Susan also approached, saying sarcastically, “Is this Willis’s card? You really spare no expense with him. Maybe you’re with him just for his money?”

Helena’s expression remained indifferent as she addressed the sales assistant, “Could you please inform Susan of the account holder’s name on this card?”

The sales assistant smiled and told Susan, “Susan, the account holder’s name on this card is Helena Parvis.”

Helena smiled nonchalantly and asked in a composed manner, “What is the remaining balance in the card? Please check for me.”

The sales assistant stared at the computer, speaking respectfully, “To Helena, the balance in your card is 156 million.”

She remained silent for a while.

Helena gazed at her face, lightly curling her lips.

She was never one to indulge in comparisons, but dealing with someone like Susan, this method was truly satisfying!

The 100 million in the card was the separation fee Willis had given her not long ago, and the 56 million was scattered amounts he had given her over the past three years.

Whenever he lost his temper, he would compensate her with money, and his generosity was remarkable.

In the past, Helena always found it dismissive when he used money to deal with her. But today, she felt that this way of tossing money around when angry was just super cool!

Sending flowers and bags to Susan, how much money was that?

Each time he gave himself a card or a check, the minimum amount was a million.

After swiping the card, Helena elegantly signed her name.

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Helena held the bank card, swaying it in front of Susan, and said lightly, “I’m afraid your account doesn’t even have 50 million, right? In the future, don’t use your ignorance to seek attention in front of me; it’s truly low. As for handing me a 20 million check to leave Willis, you don’t need to do that again in the future. It’s like acting as a clown.”

Susan’s face twisted in anger, and she sarcastically retorted, “What’s with the arrogance? If my mother hadn’t forcibly taken me abroad three years ago, where would this replacement thing of yours come from?”

“Replacement, huh, replacement,” Helena’s face paled, and she tightly pinched her palm with her fingers.

It was a thorn deeply embedded in her heart, and every time it was touched, it caused a piercing pain.

Suddenly, a cold and icy voice came from behind, “Susan may not be aware, but you are the one who got replaced.”