Getting Ripped Off at My Brother's Supermarket

As I stepped out of my older brother's newly opened supermarket, the alarm suddenly rang.

The sales assistant grimly reached out and grabbed me, "Miss, you haven't paid yet."

I remembered that my buttons were made of metal, which triggered the alarm. After patiently explaining and easing the atmosphere, I said, "The owner of this supermarket is my older brother. He'll pay the bill."

The sales assistant scoffed. "Your brother's the boss? Why not say he's your husband instead? You stole and refused to admit it. Pay up or I'll call the police immediately," she said and crumpled the receipt into a ball before throwing it at my face.

I endured the humiliation and unfolded it.

A baby pacifier for 100,000 dollars.

Two packs of baby wet wipes for 200,000 dollars.

Security personnel's hush fee, 300,000 dollars.

All of the miscellaneous expenses added up to exactly one million dollars.

I laughed in anger. "One million dollars? Why don't you just rob a bank? Go and get Chad Surrey. I want to see how I ended up with such a heartless brother."

She rolled her eyes. "Don't pretend if you can't afford it, thief. Is Mr. Surrey someone you can see whenever you want?"

When my parents came to help me, I said, "Only one of us exists in this family. It's either me or her."

"Miss, could you hurry up and pay? Don't waste everyone's time." The sales assistant looked grim, pulling my arm with one hand and pressing the alarm with the other. She looked as if she would call the police immediately if I tried to run.

The onlookers whispered about me, and the voices calling me a thief never ceased.

Having explained it several times, I lost all patience. Just as I was about to call my parents, a hand knocked my phone away.

The sales assistant raised her voice and shouted, "Everyone, look at this. This woman came to the supermarket to steal, and now she's even calling for help."

My phone was smashed to pieces. I frowned, suppressed my anger, and muttered, "I'll tell you one last time. My name is Charlene Surrey. The owner of this supermarket, Chad Surrey, is my older brother. He’s posted many photos of me on his social media. Just check for yourself and you'll know."

I thought she would stop being so persistent after hearing my explanation, but unexpectedly, her face turned grimmer. She let out an exaggerated chuckle and called me a shameless liar right in front of everyone. "There are all kinds of people these days. Can you pretend to be my boss' sister just because you know his name? I also know Elon Musk. Would you believe me if I said that I'm his wife?"

The whole place erupted in laughter, and middle-aged men and women tutted and shook their heads at me.

"I've never seen such a young thief."

"She looks so slutty. Maybe she can sell herself to pay."

"Young people these days are shameless. They steal and have the nerve to make excuses. If I were her parents, I'd cut off all ties with her."

My facial expression darkened as I met the wave of curses. I was about to retort when the sales assistant suddenly yanked me forward. She taunted, "Sister? How funny. Do homewreckers flatter themselves like that these days? Chad gives you 100,000 dollars every month and you dare to take it. It's our joint property! I want you to return every penny you took."

I froze before looking down. Seeing the name tag on her chest, Kelly Farton, my mouth twitched speechlessly. It turned out that she was the poor college student Chad had insisted on being with despite our parents' objections. He was afraid her pride would be hurt, so he hid his identity and pretended to be poor.

However, I did not expect his so-called self-reliant girlfriend to be so mean. Not only was she framing me as a thief, but she also charged me a million-dollar bill to humiliate me.