Chapter 386 The Secluded Young Master 20 (2/2)

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Standing in the walk-in closet, looking at the closet full of designer clothes, Yang Ruxuan felt a sense of crisis about not having money for the first time.

Are they going to sell off all these designer clothes that serve as a facade for the store?!

Mrs. Li's birthday party invitation arrived at this time.

"You are cordially invited to my birthday celebration, where there will be surprises and generous gifts."

The attached address is for one of the city's most exclusive clubs.

Yang Ruxuan knew this might be her last chance.

If they can meet new sponsors at this party, they might be able to salvage their current predicament.

On the night of the party, she wore her most expensive dress and dressed up carefully before going to the party.

The clubhouse was brightly lit and filled with champagne.

Yang Ruxuan tried her best to maintain a smile, exchanging pleasantries with familiar faces and attempting to catch those who might be interested in her.

But she soon discovered that without Mr. Wang by her side, she had lost her value in the eyes of these people.

"I heard you broke up with Mr. Wang?"

A wealthy woman asked, seemingly out of concern, but her eyes gleamed with schadenfreude.

"Yes, we broke up amicably."

Yang Ruxuan maintained her smile.

"What a pity."

"Do you know about Mrs. Zhang's newly purchased yacht?"

The other person said it casually, then turned to the others.

Yang Ruxuan was left out in the cold, like she was invisible.

Halfway through the party, the organizers announced the start of the lucky draw.

The guests gathered excitedly in front of the stage, anticipating the generous prizes.

Yang Ruxuan stood on the periphery of the crowd and inadvertently glanced at a woman's handbag on a sofa not far away.

It's a limited edition from a luxury brand, and it's quite valuable.

The bag's owner was excitedly waiting for the lottery results in front of the stage, completely unaware of his belongings.

A thought suddenly popped into Yang Ruxuan's mind.

Her heart was racing and her palms were sweating.

Reason told her it was wrong, but the voice in her heart was louder.

No one would notice that this was a blind spot for surveillance cameras, and that she really needed the money.

The moment the crowd erupted in cheers over the lottery results, she quickly walked to the sofa, pretended to adjust her shoe heels, and casually stuffed the handbag into the large tote bag she had brought.

Her movements were so fluid that even she was afraid of them.

She hurried to the bathroom, locked the door, and opened the handbag with trembling hands.

Inside was a wallet containing a thick wad of cash and several credit cards, a brand-new mobile phone, and some expensive cosmetics.

Yang Ruxuan took out cash, counted it, and found it to be exactly eight thousand yuan.

She stuffed the cash into her wallet and then threw the handbag along with the other items into the trash can.

The entire process takes no more than three minutes.

Back at the party, her legs were still shaking, but eight thousand yuan was enough for her to live on for a few days.

No one noticed her leaving, nor did anyone discover the missing handbag.

The party continued, filled with laughter and chatter, as if nothing had happened.

When Yang Ruxuan returned home that night, she looked at the stack of banknotes and felt ashamed and disgusted with herself.

She actually stooped to the level of a thief.

But the next day, after she used the money to pay the overdue management fees and had a decent dinner, the shame began to fade, replaced by a sense of peace.

Those rich people are so rich, they only lost a few thousand dollars.

A week later, Yang Ruxuan used the same trick again, stealing an expensive watch at another party.

This time she was calmer and her movements were more practiced.

The watch sold for 20,000 yuan on the black market.

Once depravity begins, it is difficult to stop.

Initially, she only stole items from wealthy people who could obviously afford them, using twisted logic to excuse herself and comfort herself.