Rebirth: Revenge of the abandoned heirress-Chapter 37: New shop

"Old woman! How many times have I told you not to give away meals for free?" A fat woman lashed out at Margaret Whitmore. "Do you think we're running a charity house?"

Jazmine Harrison put down her chopsticks.

It seemed there was always someone determined to spoil her peaceful moments.

Margaret looked embarrassed. "I keep track of what I give away. If I ever serve a free meal, I let you cut it from my salary."

"You think that's enough?" Ms. Winslow sneered. "Because of you, this place is flooded with penniless beggars! You're ruining my business! Get rid of that girl right now, or you're fired!"

Margaret paled.

"Madam Winslow, I won't give free meals anymore. But the girl is a customer. We shouldn't treat her badly—it would hurt the shop's reputation."

"Shut up, you wretched woman! Do as I say or pack your things and get out!"

"Enough!" Jazmine's voice rang out, sharp and cold.

The entire shop fell silent.

The fat woman sneered at her. "Mind your tone, girl. You're standing in my shop. Either pay for your soup or get the hell out!"

Jazmine frowned.

"I don't have cash on me right now."

She had debit and credit cards, but not physical money. In fact, she had never actually held real cash before today—there was simply never a need.

Laughter filled the shop.

The arrogance with which she had spoken made people assume she was someone influential. But now—she didn't even have money?

Ms. Winslow barely contained her amusement. "Scums like you have nothing better to do than beg for free meals. If you didn't have money, why did you come here in the first place?"

Jazmine sighed.

"I don't think I need to pay."

The woman narrowed her eyes.

"This is NOT a charity house where beggars like you can eat for free!"

"Let me finish," Jazmine interrupted. "I don't think I need to pay because this shop belongs to me."

The laughter instantly stopped.

And then—

It erupted even louder.

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"What nonsense is this?" Ms. Winslow cackled. "Did everyone hear her? She thinks the shop belongs to her!"

Jazmine sighed again.

"These brainless people always give me a headache."

She looked directly at Ms. Winslow.

"Ms. Winslow, I expect Mr. Fletcher informed you that he sold the shop?"

The woman's face drained of color.

"Y-You are...?"

"Yes," Jazmine said coolly. "I'm Jazmine Harrison. Pleased you finally recognized me."

Her voice was anything but pleased.

Gasps filled the shop.

Jazmine Harrison?!

The President of Tang Enterprise?

The famous socialite?

Recognition dawned on several faces.

"S-She really is Jazmine Harrison!"

"I saw her on the reality show yesterday! That stunning piano duet! I'm ashamed—how did I not recognize her earlier?"

"My idol is right in front of my eyes!"

"Hurry up, take a photo! I need proof when I brag about this later!"

"Should I ask for an autograph? Would she give me one?"

Margaret Whitmore also looked shocked.

She had guessed the girl came from nobility—her refined mannerisms, the way she held her chopsticks with elegance—but she never expected this.

Yet...

There was something else in Margaret's expression.

Something complicated.

It was a look Jazmine could never quite understand—even in her past life.

It was as if...

Margaret knew something Jazmine didn't.

But before she could think too deeply, she turned her attention back to Ms. Winslow.

"Mr. Fletcher specially requested that I let you keep the shop, and I had originally planned to do so."

The woman looked hopeful.

But then Jazmine smirked.

"But after receiving such a warm welcome from you, I've changed my mind."

Ms. Winslow's face went pale.

"Miss Harrison—forgive me! I—I didn't recognize you! I insulted you out of ignorance. If I had known—"

"Yes," Jazmine interrupted. "If you had known, you would have pretended to be obedient. But your true colors have already shown."

She leaned back, tilting her head slightly.

"However," she said, "I'm feeling merciful today."

Ms. Winslow perked up.

"So I'll only fire you," Jazmine finished. "Now, get out before I change my mind and call my friend in the police department for workplace harassment."

Whatever pleas Ms. Winslow had prepared—vanished.

Her face twisted with horror as she grabbed her things and ran as if her life depended on it.

The moment she was gone, the entire shop relaxed.

Jazmine turned to Margaret.

And this time, her warm smile returned.

"Ms. Whitmore, I'm very impressed with your skills."

Margaret blinked. "You are?"

"Yes." Jazmine nodded. "You must be wondering why I bought this shop. The answer is—I wanted to open a place for the homeless, orphans, and those who can't afford three meals a day."

Margaret's eyes widened.

"And," Jazmine continued, "just call it fate, but I found you—the perfect person for this job."

Margaret was dazzled.

"So, are you willing to work under me?"

Jazmine was determined to make up for everything Margaret had done for her in the past life.

Providing her a stable job was just the first step.

Margaret hesitated.

For a brief moment, there was a strange emotion in her eyes.

Jazmine still couldn't understand why.

And then, after a long pause—

Margaret sighed in resignation.

"Alright," she said.

Jazmine smiled.

"Good," she said, taking out her phone. "I'll call my secretary to send the contract."

She had originally wanted to stay a little longer and chat.

But—

The crowd was growing.

She could already feel too many eyes on her.

And she didn't want any trouble.

Another time, then.

She would return again.