Chapter 539 These Are Fake

• Thinking of that, George Parsons glanced at the little black bottle in Mila Farley’s hand. He nodded, putting on a surprised face. “What a shame. I figured this thing would be, what, like 140 to 280 at most? It’s so tiny, and it costs over a thousand? That’s painful. Who even uses stuff like this?”
• “Mr. George, you don’t know the half of it. I used to work at a L’Oreal store. I personally sold more than three thousand bottles of this little black bottle. Tons of people buy it. And the price isn’t even that high. The other cosmetics are way pricier.”
• Mila Farley smiled sweetly, eyes soft on George Parsons. Her voice went sugary. “Besides, for you, these cosmetics are nothing. What slips through your fingers could keep folks like us comfortable for a lifetime. It’s just over a thousand, and you still think it’s expensive? Then what are people like us supposed to do—go find a block of tofu and play dead?”