C12 A Little More than You!

Shirley rolled her eyes, but her eyes were looking at the car door because Tina had finally gotten into the car.

"Alright, models, let's set off officially. Coordinates, Bund 8th!"

"Yeah!" Amidst the cheers, the Lincoln sped out.

In the car, Tina sat in the middle and smiled at Shirley and Helen. "You two are really lucky today. The four of you lost the right to challenge the competition because you were late, so as long as you enter the top six, you don't need to be eliminated."

Helen clenched her fists and raised her red and swollen eyes with hope.

"Hey, Helen, what's wrong with your eyes?" Tina finally noticed her abnormal behavior, but the next second, she was surprised. "But Helen, what's wrong with your clothes? They don't seem to be related to fashion at all. Your simple dressing is a disaster for fashion!"

Tina's bluntness made Helen's face turn red.

"Right, I'm sorry, Teacher Tina..." Her red and swollen peach eyes were about to cry. "My family is not very well-off, so I don't have very expensive clothes..."

Hearing this, Rita proudly straightened her body. She was confident that her clothes were the most expensive among the girls.

"Who told you that fashion is expensive?" Tina said in disbelief. She pointed at Shirley and said excitedly, "Look at the great darling, oh, my God! She looks like the latest fashion trend of this year! She has a slit dress, white shoes, and this retro military green. Oh, darling, if you hadn't been participating in the competition, I would have suspected that you had gone to watch the annual Paris Fashion Show!"

Hearing Tina's praise for Shirley, Helen lowered her head like a tortoise. She was so embarrassed that she wished she could hide in a hole.

Rita was even more jealous. She coughed dryly and pretended to smile sweetly. "Shirley, as far as I know, you bought this outfit from the Blue Cuisine Market, right? How much is it?"

When they heard "Blue Cuisine Market," all the women laughed secretly. It was a famous wholesale market that specialized in selling cheap goods.

"How much is yours?" Shirley asked.

Rita was stunned. She wanted to say that she was asking a question, but the corner of her mouth curled up into a smirk.

"My dress? It was custom-made in America last year. It's only two thousand dollars." After saying that, she immediately looked at Shirley. "What about you? How much is yours?"

"Oh, it's a little more than yours," Shirley said calmly.

All the women revealed expressions of disdain. Their expressions were written: You are lying.

Rita was even more embarrassed. "Impossible! How can your clothes be more expensive than mine?! You … Do you have the invoice?"

"Then do you have the invoice?" Shirley asked sarcastically.

Rita smiled proudly and took out a stack of invoice from her bag.

"I really do. In order to keep myself in good condition, I always bring my invoice with me." She flipped out one of the invoices and showed it to everyone. It was written in black and white, and everyone was shocked and envious.

Shirley also saw it. At this time, she looked at her complacently and said, "It's your turn. Take out the invoice and take a look!"

Everyone's eyes sparkled with the light of gossip as they stared at Shirley. They couldn't wait to see her make a fool of herself.

However, Shirley crossed her arms over her chest and didn't move at all. She slowly curled her lips and said, "I threw the invoice away a long time ago. I threw my clothes away when they were broken. I don't need to maintain them."