The saleswoman froze, caught in a storm of rich-kid drama that was quickly spiraling out of control.
Her eyes darted between the furious Ryan and the cool, unbothered Aurora. For a second, it seemed like she might actually obey his command—until Aurora chuckled.
It was a soft, almost pitying sound.
"Oh," she said, tilting her head, "did you just realize your ego's smaller than your height?"
A few nearby customers gasped. Someone stifled a laugh.
Ryan's face turned bright red. He jabbed his finger at the saleswoman again, voice rising.
"I said kick her out! Or I'll cancel my membership of this store! Do you know who I am?"
Aurora arched a brow, her smile returning like a blade hidden in silk. "What are you trying to say, Ryan? You are acting as if you are some big shot?"
Ryan slammed his hand down on the nearest glass counter.
"I am a big shot! I am the son of the richest man in New York City!"
