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    People automatically made way for Connor as he walked with an elegant poise. When he arrived at the center of the crowd, he surveyed the scene and dered, “The Daniels family spares no expense for quality. Ady from our family would never be caught in a replica. Yet here we stand, with two Purple Angels before us. One must surely be a counterfeit, and someone has fallen victim to fraud. We need to get to the bottom of this.” His words resonated, and nods of agreement followed


    “Mr. Daniels has a point. This situation demands investigation.”


    “We should certainly penalize the merchants who deceive their patrons.”


    With a wink to Domenic, Connor prompted him to make a phone call. Shortly after, Domenic reported back, “Mr. Daniels, I’ve reached out to the president of Sarth Group in Blebert. He’s agreed toe here personally and examine the dresses.”


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    This announcement sent a ripple of shock through the onlookers. The fact that the president himself wasing to address the issue underscored Connor’s substantial influence. A silent, anticipatory hush fell over the crowd


    Sarth Group’s headquarters were in Meadork, with a branch in Blebert. Instead of sending a specialist to verify the authenticity of the dresses, the president of the branch decided to make the trip personally. This action underscored Connor’s considerable influence


    Everyone waited in patient silence. Melinda felt uneasy because Marissa appeared calm, fearing she might lose. Lorna noticed her anxiety and offered words offort. “Melinda, don’t worry. Derek personally bought that dress and paid Sarth Group thirty million dors. It can’t be fake. Just wait and see Tiffany embarrassed.” Her reassurance eased Melinda’s nerves, and she even managed a provocative smile toward Marissa


    Marissa found this amusing. Lorna hadn’t spent enough time with her younger son to truly understand Derek’s nature. Derek had grown up in poverty, a fact that instilled in him a deep fear of poverty and a strong inclination to value money over family. His parents had given him thirty million dors to purchase a dress for Melinda, but Marissa suspected he had pocketed two-thirds of that money, which would exin why Melinda was now wearing a counterfeit


    Within twenty minutes, Virgil Hanson, the president of Sarth Group’s Blebert branch, made his appearance. Melinda approached him as if he were a lifeline. “Mr. Hanson, please verify that the Purple Angel I am wearing is authentic. Please, on behalf of Sarth Group, punish whoever is wearing the fake.”


    Virgil, in his 30s and dressed in a sharp ck suit, looked both spirited and professional. His expression was solemn when he entered the hall, but when he saw Marissa, confusion crossed his face. He was puzzled at the sight of his boss there, especially since the Purple Angel, reportedly bought by a mysterious tycoon, adorned her. Did she purchase the dress for herself?


    As Virgil debated whether to greet his boss, she subtly shook her head. He quickly understood her signal, holding back the words that almost escaped him. After quickly assessing the situation, Virgil turned his attention to Melinda. “Miss Warren, to be frank, your dress is not a product from Sarth Group.”


    “What?” Melinda’s voice echoed her disbelief


    Lorna was equally stunned. “Mr. Hanson, we paid Sarth Group thirty million dors for this dress. How can you say it’s a fake?”


    Virgil responded with a polite smile, “Mrs. Lorna Daniels, Sarth Group has never sold a dress to you. We never received thirty million dors from you.”


    “We have the invoice. You can’t deny it,” Lorna argued, pulling an invoice out of her handbag


    Virgil examined the document carefully before handing it back to her. “Mrs. Lorna Daniels, this invoice is not from Sarth Group.” Confused, Lorna lowered her gaze to the invoice, her frustration mounting. “It clearly says ‘Sarth Group’ right here in ck and white. How can you deny that?”


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