"Which store is it?" I asked.


    My mother owned several shops, including a tea store, an antique shop, a


    clothing boutique, and others. When she suddenly asked me to go to her shop, I genuinely didn''t know which one she meant.


    She quickly rified, "It''s Silence. You''ve been there before."


    Oh. It was the clothing boutique.


    I remembered taking Felicia to the shopst time, so I brought her along this time, too.


    On the way, she was full of curiosity. "Silence is a pretty well-known domestic luxury brand. Most of its customers are either rich or influential. Is someone causing trouble there? That''s rare."


    I chuckled. "Wealthy people can be quirky. It''s not that unusual. Most likely, it''s a fight over a limited-edition item. My mother also runs a luxury boutique in Cyr, and it''s not umon for wealthy women to get into physical altercations over a bag or a pair of shoes."


    Her jaw dropped in disbelief. "Even with all that money, they still fight?"


    "Why wouldn''t they?"


    Her view of wealthy people was way too idealized.


    We arrived at the store. Just as we were about to enter, we heard the store manager trying to reason with someone, her toneced with patience.


    "Miss, if the tags are still intact and the item hasn''t been washed, we can apply for a refund for you. But in this case, not only have the tags been removed, but you''ve also washed the clothing. A refund simply isn''t possible.


    "This isn''t just our policy. No store or brand anywhere in the country would ept a return under these circumstances!"


    Two store assistants stood nearby, visibly exasperated. "Throwing a tantrum won''t help. It''s just a waste of time."


    "Miss, you''re so beautiful. Don''t act like this. It''s unbing. Imagine how embarrassing it would be if people saw you like this."


    So, the situation seemed to be about a return for clothes with the tags removed and already washed. I was genuinely surprised.


    It wasmon knowledge that the clothes couldn''t be returned once washed.


    Who would shop at Silence and not know that?


    Curiosity got the better of me. I took Felicia along as we approached themotion to see who was causing the trouble.


    One nce, and I was stunned. The person sitting on the floor, throwing a tantrum, and refusing to leave without a refund was Lina!


    She clutched an armful of clothes and shouted venomously, "Your clothes are poor quality! I wore them for one day, and they''re already ruined Why can''t I return them? So what if I washed them? Do you expect me to wear them straight off the rack without washing them first? That''s disgusting!


    "You''re deceiving customers! No, this is outright fraud! How can such a big brand resort to these shady tactics? Watch out. You''ll get your karma, and none of your families will meet a good end!"


    Her rant left the store manager and store assistants visibly flustered. They exchanged helpless nces, unsure of how to respond.


    But this was a fixed policy. A return was simply out of the question.


    The store manager noticed me then and shot me a pleading look. I gestured for


    her to stay quiet, signaling that I didn''t want my identity revealed.


    Noticing the interaction, Lina looked up and saw Felicia and me. Her expression twisted into one of pure malice.


    "It''s you two again! Why are you


    haunting me? I can''t believe thisbet


    William, do you still have feelings for me? Is that why you''ve been secretly stalking me?"


    I was speechless. Why would I stalk her?


    Visibly annoyed, Felicia said, "Don''t tter yourself, Lina. We just happened to pass by and heard someone causing a scene, so we came to check it out."