Chapter 342 His High
School Classmate
Displeasure washed over Sylvia, prompting her to clear her throat and raise her voice deliberately. She addressed Jarrod. “I want that limited-edition phone, the pink one. I’ve
liked it ever since I saw it online.”
Jarrod, slightly startled by Sylvia’s abrupt tone shift, requested the salesperson, “Please bring out the one she mentioned.”
The saleswoman paused briefly but complied, heading to the storage room to retrieve it.
She soon emerged with an exquisite box containing the pink limited-edition phone, its case shimmering with tiny crystals under the light.
Sylvia, filled with satisfaction, cradled the phone in her hands. “It’s beautiful. I love it.”
for us,” Jarrod instructed the salesperson directly.
“Please wrap
it up
After observing their close interaction, the saleswoman interjected, “Sir, I’m very sorry, but this phone has already been reserved by someone else.”
Jarrod, visibly annoyed, questioned, “If it’s reserved, why did you bring it out?”
He then quickly pulled out his card, eager to settle the purchase. “How much?”
The saleswoman appeared anxious, apologizing earnestly. “I’m truly sorry. I thought you just wanted to check the model. This phone is indeed reserved. If you really like it, we can help you order one. It will take just three days to arrive.”
Sylvia’s frustration grew upon hearing this. She had been uneasy under the saleswoman’s scrutiny and now felt the woman was intentionally complicating things.
“Who reserved it? Can we see the order? If there’s no proof, then you’re lying!”
challenged Sylvia.
The saleswoman eventually yielded, presenting the order form. Upon seeing the name “William Mitchell” on the form, Sylvia’s expression briefly stiffened before she regained
her composure.
“Forget it, Jarrod. Let’s go somewhere else,” Sylvia said, turning to Jarrod.
Jarrod’s eyes narrowed as he glimpsed the sheet of paper. He quickly pulled out his phone, found William’s number, and made the call.
“Mr. Doyle,” William responded, his voice as cold and distant as ever.
“Mr. Mitchell, I’m at Willow Mall,” Jarrod said.
Pausing briefly, William waited for Jarrod to continue.
“I noticed you reserved a phone here. My girlfriend is quite fond of it. Would you mind letting her have it?”
Following a quick discussion, Jarrod turned to the saleswoman, informing her, “Mr. Mitchell agrees to transfer the reservation.”
With the phone on speaker, William’s calm voice confirmed, “Yes, that’s fine.”
“Thank you, Mr. Mitchell.”
Once the payment was settled, the saleswoman neatly packaged the phone and handed it over to Jarrod, who then gave it to Sylvia.
“Happy now?” Jarrod asked, his voice tinged with indulgence, noting Sylvia’s calculated interest in the phone.
As they prepared to leave, the saleswoman remarked politely, “We look forward to your next visit, Mr. Doyle.”
Jarrod halted and spun around. “How do you know my surname?”
Sylvia’s gaze also turned frosty toward the saleswoman. It made sense now. Her odd familiarity meant she recognized Jarrod. Intriguing.
Sylvia casually slipped her arm through Jarrod’s, but the saleswoman ignored this gesture. Instead, she offered a gentle smile and introduced herself. “Mr. Doyle, we were in the same class in high school. My name is Valerie Ellsworth.”
