“Madam, I don’t know what you mean?” Youko said, looking innocent.
Your acting skills are far behind Nora Sullivan’s, don’t humiliate yourself.
Sarah Sullivan silently mocked in her heart, then pointed to the bag in Youko’s hand: “This is mine.”
Youko clutched the bag tightly, forcing a smile: “Madam, you must be mistaken.
This is my bag, I usually just put some rags and trivial stuff in it, it’s not worth anything.
If you don’t believe me, take a look?
It’s worn out in many places.”
To prove her point, Youko raised the bag high.
Indeed, the leather was worn in many places, not glossy at all.
Sarah Sullivan sneered: “I can play dumb, but that’s because I choose not to make a fuss.
But don’t take me for a fool, or I won’t be happy.”
As she spoke, she took the worn bag from Youko: “In 1984, Jean-Louis Dumas at Hermes designed the first Birkin bag for actress Jane Birkin, securing its place as the king of Hermes bags.
According to Wall Street analysts, investing in a Hermes Birkin bag was safer than stocks or gold over the past 35 years.
During this time, gold had an average annual return of 1.9%, while the value of a Hermes Birkin bag increased by an average of 14.2% annually, with virtually no fluctuations.”
Youko was flabbergasted by what she heard.
Sarah Sullivan continued: “In 2017, at the Christie’s auction in Harbor City, the Hermes white crocodile skin diamond-encrusted Himalaya Birkin bag became the most expensive handbag in auction history, with a closing price of nearly 380,000 US Dollars.
Now a few years have passed, and it should be worth around 800,000 US Dollars, and you…”
Sarah Sullivan pointed at Youko with the bag: “You were going to use an 800,000 US Dollar Hermes bag to hold rags?
Such an extravagant waste.”
Youko’s face turned pale, her heart filled with confusion.
Of course, she knew the bag she had stolen was expensive, it was part of Florence Varley’s collection.
But was it really that expensive?
With such a history?
Youko didn’t know.
How did Madam know?
Wasn’t she a rather humble woman?
How could she have such insight?
Youko still tried to resist: “Madam, you really know how to joke, I don’t understand a word…”
“Don’t waste my time, shall I call Ms Varley here to authenticate it?”
Sarah Sullivan’s expression grew impatient.
She glanced at Youko’s shoes: “And your Christian Louboutins, also known as red-soled shoes, were stolen from here too.
Do you know why I let you leave without making you take them off before?
Because I’m a clean freak, I won’t take anything you’ve worn.
But since you’re so shameless, take off the shoes!
I’ll throw them away rather than let you have them.”
Youko’s face flushed.
She instinctively stepped back a few steps.
Just because her lover told her, women looked most attractive in red-soled shoes.
The red sole was like lipstick on heels, making someone want to kiss them subconsciously, plus the exposed toes were incredibly sexy.
In order to please her lover, Youko took the risk and stole a pair from Sarah’s closet.
After all, though the treatment for the Varley Clan’s maids was good, a pair of top-tier red-soled shoes cost 6,000 US Dollars, and Youko was reluctant to buy them herself. Get faster updates on novelping.com.
She opportunistically took a bag as well.
Who would have thought she’d be caught red-handed?
Youko’s expression changed several times, she finally decided to admit her mistake and not suffer losses now.
Although she didn’t regard this Madam highly, she didn’t want to alarm the Varley Clan.
Especially Florence Varley.
Youko couldn’t afford to offend, nor could the one backing her.
So she adopted a terrified expression.
She bowed deeply to Sarah Sullivan: “I’m sorry, Madam, I was wrong.
I shouldn’t have been so greedy.
Please be merciful, don’t stoop to my level, and please don’t tell the Master and Madam.
I beg you!”
In a bid to show sincerity, Youko squeezed out a few tears.
Sarah watched coldly, immediately seeing through Youko’s insincere words.
Apologizing verbally, yet probably cursing her internally.
But Sarah didn’t care.
As the saying goes, she couldn’t be bothered, nor did she want to help clean up the Varley Clan.
Simply, with a faint frown, she said: “Just leave, from today on, you’re not allowed to take a single step into my courtyard.”
“Okay.” Youko agreed.
She removed the red-soled shoes, and ran barefoot out of the dressing room.
“Number 1, dispose of the trash.”
Sarah instructed.
“Understood, Master.” A mechanical voice sounded.
The cleaning robot quickly moved over, using its mechanical arm to pick up the red-soled shoes on the ground, then expertly delivered them to the trash outside.
“Most people in the world are not as reliable as machines.” Sarah shook her head and returned to her bedroom.
…
Youko ran out of Sarah’s courtyard, leaned on a tree, and began to cry.
She felt wronged, humiliated, and disgraced.
Though she was just a servant, in ancient times being beaten to death by her master would have left no legal recourse.
Even in modern times, where such private punishments no longer exist, being scolded by the master isn’t that big of a deal for a servant, right?
Moreover, she was in the wrong.
But Youko was upset about being told off by Sarah Sullivan.
Because Youko was keenly observant, she knew that although this Madam was a nominal master, she held no status within the Varley Clan.
“Hmph!
Being fierce with me?
She’s about to be kicked out in a few days!”
Youko was stewing in her thoughts when suddenly she felt someone hug her tightly from behind.
Then a man’s restless hands began to explore her body.
“Naughty, always taking advantage of me!”
Youko pretended to complain, actually flirting and appeasing.
“Little beauty, why are you crying?
Who bullied you?
I’ll handle them!” The man asked.
“Hmph, if I tell you who bullied me, can you avenge me?”
“In the Varley Clan, is there anyone I, Thomas Varley, can’t handle?
Just tell me who!”
It turned out the one Youko was involved with was Thomas Varley, the head steward of the Varley Clan.
By age, Thomas could be old enough to be Youko’s father, but the two were hugging and embracing like a pair of illicit lovers.
“It’s that new Madam!”
Youko recounted the grievances she suffered earlier.
Thomas Varley laughed heartily: “Who did I think it was?
Just that girl!
Don’t worry!
She won’t be able to have much of a good time in the Varley Clan.
The Master and Madam don’t like her, and in the end, Florence is just an aunt, married and unable to make waves.
Sooner or later, she’ll leave the Varley place with her tail between her legs.
Rest assured, when that time comes, I’ll make her apologize to you on her knees, and she won’t dare to utter a word!”
Youko stopped crying and smiled.
But soon her voice turned sour: “Indeed, a stray girl who got lucky and now has so many branded items!”
Steward Varley pinched Youko and laughed: “Little beauty, you’re still too naive…
being a servant, you can’t even steal properly, what future do you have?
You shouldn’t steal.
Once the numbers don’t match, it’s bound to bring trouble.
You need to swap!
There are so many counterfeits out there now, once you buy the knock-offs and replace them, no one will notice!
Do you really think they have the time to check each one for authenticity?
Aren’t we just fooling them, ha-ha.”
Youko was overjoyed to hear this: “Chung, you’re really clever, why didn’t I think of this earlier?
Once that wretched girl is kicked out, I’ll replace all the good stuff inside!
Ah, I really am still too green.”
Thomas Varley laughed loudly, his hands becoming more unscrupulous: “Being green is a good thing!
It’s more tasteful than my old nag at home…”