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    The store manager’s face lit up upon seeing him. shing a polite smile, she asked, “Mr. Castillo, what brings you here today?”


    Zachary didn’t spare her a nce. He walked straight past and stopped in front of Elena. “Miss Harper, what brings you here? Do you need anything?”


    “Miss Harper?” The store manager’s jaw practically dropped. She turned to Zachary, stunned. “Mr. Castillo, you must be mistaken! Look at what she’s wearing! She can’t be part of the Harper family!”


    “Shut up!” Zachary barked, shooting the manager a deadly re.


    Then, in a calmer but authoritative tone, Zachary continued, “Standing before you is the only daughter of the Harper family. You have no right to disrespect her. Apologize. Now.”


    The manager went ghost-white. Miss Harper? No way. How could the treasured daughter of the Harper family dress so inly?


    Hannah scoffed in disbelief. “Oh, please. Miss Harper dressed in that cheap flea-market outfit? Stop faking it. Did you hire him to y along?”


    Zachary gave Hannah a look of pure disgust. Was she blind? Didn’t she recognize high-quality silk?


    He let out a sharpugh. “Flea-market outfit? I’ll hand you a hundred bucks right now—go find me a handmade silk blouse. Ignorance is one thing, but embarrassing yourself like this? That’s on you. The cost of Miss Harper’s shirt pocket alone is worth more than your entire outfit.”


    “What did you just say?” Hannah snapped. “I’m Wesley’s cousin! How dare you talk to me like that? Watch yourself, or I’ll have Wesley toss you out!”


    Zacharyughed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Uchison Mall is the Harper family’s property. So what if you’re Mr. Spencer’s cousin? Hell, even if you were his own sister, you still wouldn’t have the power to kick me out!”


    He already understood the situation. Turning to Elena with a polite nod, he asked, “Miss Harper, how would you like to handle this?”


    Elena fixed the store manager with a cold stare. “Shut this store down. Fire her.”


    Zachary didn’t hesitate. “Understood, Miss Harper. Consider it done.”


    He faced his team. “You heard her—close the store. And the manager? She’s cklisted. She’ll never work in this mall again.”


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    The store manager’s face drained of color. Her legs buckled, barely preventing her from falling. It was over for her. Uchison Mall’s cklist was tantamount to an industry-wide ban. No luxury store would hire her again. Regret washed over her, but it was toote.


    Elena’s sharp gaze moved to Zoie and Hannah. Calm but firm, she said, “She tried to extort a million from me. Call the police.”


    Zachary’s brows furrowed, his expression darkening. Extortion? Was this serious? He straightened and nodded. “Got it, Miss Harper. I’ll call them right now.”


    Zoie’s face twisted with irritation. “Wait. No need to drag the cops into this over something so small. It’s just a bag—two million, right? I’ll buy it.”


    The moment Elena mentioned calling the police, Hannah’s stomach twisted in knots. She had assumed Elena was just some broke, helpless nobody—bold enough to mess with because of it. Never in a million years did she expect Elena to be part of the Harper family.


    Realizing she had made a grave mistake, Hannah understood that involving the police would only worsen her situation. Her nerves didn’t calm until Zoie finally spoke up.


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