Chapter 238 I Want a Refund
After finally persuading her assistant to leave, Kate signed deeply as she gazed at the meal in front of her, her eyes drifting to her sore wrist.
Being a designer, she was used to holding a brush for long periods, so her wrists were usually more resilient than most. Yet, even her endurance couldn’t withstand Eric’s stamina. If this continued….
Kate’s thoughts spiraled into various directions, each more inappropriate than the last, causing her cheeks to flush deeply.
She shook her head vigorously, dispelling the unruly thoughts, and focused on her meal.
Her peace was short–lived as a sudden commotion erupted downstairs.
“We’re returning these! We want refunds!”
“These products are unbelievable! I waited a month and this is the quality I get?”
“How can you even sell such shoddy work?”
“Do you take us for fools?”
Kate’s brow furrowed as she swiftly stood and headed downstairs. As she descended, she saw a group of about twenty people, each holding garments, crowding around HN Studio’s counter. Security guards quickly intervened, creating a barrier between the disgruntled customers and the counter.
“Look at this material! I wore it and broke out in a rash! This quality is unacceptable! What kind of cheap fabric is this?” A middle–aged woman in her fifties was at the forefront, slamming a piece of
backl clothing onto the counter. “Give me my money
“Yes, refunds! My daughter wore this and broke out too! These clothes are defective!”
“So much for HN Studio’s exclusive line; it’s causing all these problems!”
With the woman leading the charge, the rest of the crowd vociferously voiced their grievances.
The assistant and a few employees stood at the counter, attempting to explain, “There must be some misunderstanding. All our fabrics are carefully selected by Ms. Lowe and are of the highest quality. They couldn’t possibly cause a rash.”
“Impossible? Then what do you call this?” The woman rolled up her sleeve to reveal her rash, her voice rising in anger. “Are you trying to avoid responsibility? Let me tell you, you won’t get away with this! I want compensation!”
The assistant, seeing the rash on the woman’s arm, retorted angrily, “We’ve tested these clothes. ourselves, and they have no issues. You’re slandering us!”
It became clear that these people were there to cause trouble.
Kate held her memant
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Chapter 238 I Want a Refund
The morning’s vandalism had unsettled her, and now tumult reigned within her store’s walls.
The machinations of rivals were evident.
At the assistant’s accusation of falsehood, the middle–aged woman erupted in fury. “Lies?” she bellowed, her large hand meeting the assistant’s cheek with a resounding slap.
A crimson imprint marred the assistant’s fair completion.
“How dare you strike?” came the protest.
The shop became a tempest. Kate’s eyes narrowed, her voice piercing the chaos as she descended. swiftly. “Restrain her!”
Security subdued the woman, while Kate hastened to her assistant’s side, her gaze dark with concern. over the fresh mark. Then, she confronted the defiant woman, her anger unabated. Swift and resolute, she delivered another stinging slap.
A resounding crack rattled the air!
Though her wrist still smarted, Kate’s ire lent her vigour. The woman stood in stunned silence, subdued by the force of the blow.
The agitators fell mute, astounded by the abrupt turn
Soon after, the middle–aged woman’s cries filled the halls of HN Studio, echoing her dismay.