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    “Wow, who could message Mr. Addams and get a reaction like that?”


    “Is it possible he’s dating someone?”


    “Has he even got a girlfriend? I haven’t heard a thing.”


    “Maybe it’s something to do with his family?”


    “Doesn’t seem likely, maybe it’s about thepany?”


    Meanwhile, though the police still hadn’t arrived, the luxury brand’s manager—Brad Cohen, ude’s superior—came rushing in, short of breath. He’d happened to be close by, so his arrival was prompt and harried. Sweat poured down Brad’s face as he paused to dab his forehead before making his way inside. A heavy sense of urgency drove him. After all, someone inside the store had reached all the way to the brand’s CEO, who then called him. Whoever it was must wield enormous influence.


    And so, Brad knew—this was one customer he absolutely could not afford to upset.


    Brad knew that if this matter wasn’t handled properly, he might as well hand in his resignation. The entire upper management team at the Dorfield store might even face an overhaul if things went wrong. Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, he stepped into the store, his nerves apparent.


    Those who were waiting for the police immediately noticed him.


    Brad’s eyes scanned the room andnded on Thea and Katie. William had been very clear that the important guest’sst name was Jones. So, these two couldn’t be her. But he wondered if they were connected somehow.


    ude and the senior sales assistant stiffened at Brad’s abrupt arrival, their hearts racing.


    “Mr. Cohen, what brings you here?” ude asked, approaching with an overly deferential smile.


    Brad’s anger red at the sight of that ingratiating grin. Did ude not understand the seriousness of this situation? If this mess wasn’t handled neatly, they’d all lose their jobs. Yet, ude was smiling like nothing was wrong.


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    “I happened to be passing by and heard there was somemotion,” Brad said coldly. “So I came to see for myself.” His gaze locked on ude, sharp and unforgiving. “How are you running this store, letting this chaos happen?”


    If William hadn’t forbidden him from approaching Miss Jones, Brad would have done so. William had insisted that Miss Jones was extremely discreet and her identity must remain confidential. If she got upset, even William could face problems.


    Brad felt like a cat on a hot tin roof, anxious and unsure of how to fix the situation without upsetting Miss Jones.


    ude lowered his head, speaking quietly. “I’m sorry. This is my fault. Someone tried to use a stolen exclusive VIP card to make a purchase. We caught her in the act, and we’re waiting for the police to arrive now.”


    The moment ude finished exining, Christina burst outughing.


    “Really? You just ept whatever baseless usation someone throws around? Owning an exclusive VIP card signifies a distinguished status. There’s no way such a prized possession could be stolen so effortlessly. Even if a thief managed to steal it, it would be discovered almost instantly. Anyway, it wouldn’t require you to involve the police. Those reckless enough to steal it always pay a heavy price.”


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