"Ms. Payne, one moment, please!" Jennie strode over to Ynda, her eyes wide with disbelief as she examined the damage. It was true. The coat was ruined. That piece had been her pride and joy, the result of half a month of painstaking work. There was only one in existence, and she had nned to give it to her mentor.


    "Ms. Sherwin, what happened here?" the manager asked, his nerves fraying as he, too, noticed the problem. The coat was made of a special silk blend that could only be dry-cleaned. A stain thatrge and dark was almost certainly permanent.


    Jerrold finally turned his attention to Ynda and saw the mess, his expression souring instantly. If she couldn''t pay for it, he knew they woulde after him, her boyfriend. He didn''t want to pay, but not paying would damage his reputation as a Lonsdale.


    "I... I don''t know what happened," Ynda stammered, scrambling to her feet, her face ashen. "It was like this when I put it on."


    "That''s impossible," the sales associate who had been helping her protested immediately. "That coat was wless when I brought it out for you. You can''t just lie like that!"


    Their store had strict quality control; they would never put a damaged item on the floor.


    "Fine, then check the security cameras," Ynda challenged, her voice rising as she tried to project confidence. "For all I know, you''re the one who stained it and are trying to frame me."


    "You..." The associate''s eyes welled up with tears at the shameless usation.


    "Since Ms. Sherwin denies it, let''s check the cameras," Jennie said calmly. She instructed the manager to pull up the footage on aptop.


    Ynda twisted her hands together, her heart hammering in her chest. The only camera above her was at an angle, a blind spot And her back. was toit. There was no way it could have captured the moment she stained the coat. They had no proof.


    "Jennie, this camera didn''t capture it," the manager whispered, his brow drenched in sweat. “But... you can see her trying to wipe something off the front..."


    Hearing this, Ynda breathed a small sigh of relief.


    ??


    Jennie said nothing, her eyes fixed on the screen, her anger simmering. It wasn''t just about the ruined coat. It was about this woman insulting her mentor, trying to get her thrown out by security.


    And her name... Ynda. A light bulb went off in Jennie''s head. She remembered the news from a few weeks ago about the socialite who tried to frame a dance prodigy.


    That''s right. Ynda Sherwin. Her malicious n had backfired spectacrly,


    leaving her own reputation in tatters. And now she had the nerve toe after her mentor again?


    "Ms. Sherwin, you don''t really think a


    luxury boutique has only one


    security camera, do you?" Jennie


    asked her gaze turning to "Lock"


    the doors want the footage from every single camera reviewed."


    “What?” Ynda froze, her hands clenching into fists as panic flooded her eyes.


    "Yes." The manager nodded, his own head spinning from the bizarre turn of events.