Chapter 1812


    Sean was thrown for a loop. What on earth was going on here?


    Steward was equally baffled. Did Ms. Be have another identity? She seemed to have quite the


    reputation.


    "President Arabe? Is that really you?" The store manager rushed over, beaming from ear to ear, and


    immediately led the staff in a respectful bow. "Good afternoon, President Arabe!"


    "No need for such formalities, I''m just passing by to take a look. Carry on with your work," she said with


    a dismissive wave.


    Sean, still in a daze, turned to Romeo who let slip, "Be is the founder of QY, Queen Abby."


    Not just Sean, but Steward too was taken aback.


    Queen Abby.


    A titan in the design world.


    Ms. Be had so many identities?


    This was just too impressive.


    "President Arabe, you wouldn''t believe how business has picked up with the holidays around the


    corner!"


    The manager shooed the other employees away and followed closely beside Arabe, gushing with


    pride, "Everyone says you''re a natural, a real wizard of design. We''re all thrilled to hear it."


    "Really? I might have to hear more about that. Why don''t you take them to the men''s section? I''ll


    browse around by myself," Arabe said, treating her subordinates with a kindness that was more akin


    to friendship.


    "Right away," the manager said and turned to Sean and Romeo with respect. "Mr. Collins, Mr.


    McMillian, pleasee with me, the men''s section is this way."


    "Alright, Be, don''t forget toe byter," Sean reminded her.


    "Sure thing."


    Once they were gone, Arabe strolled through the store solo.


    Every customer had a one-on-one service, and Arabe listened to the staff meticulously exin the


    clothing, including the fabric, style, how to wear it, and the appropriate asions, all of which were


    spot on.


    "I love the service attitude here at QY, not like some of those high-end brands where the saledies


    look down their noses at you, acting like they own the ce."


    "Exactly, I can''t stand their pretentiousness."


    "Queen Abby''s designs are truly amazing." A well-to-dody praised sincerely, "They''re way better than


    those designer haute couture pieces. Whenever I have a big event, I like toe to QY in advance to


    pick something out. I''m sure to find something satisfying."


    "The best part is QY''s after-sales service, it''s impable. Last time, my maid ruined one of my dresses


    in the washing machine, and two pearls fell off. You guys didn''t hesitate to take it back to HQ, fixed it


    the same day, and even delivered it to my house. You insisted that it was QY''s quality assurance, and


    even gave me a 30% off coupon."


    Getting a 30% discount on QY clothing, that was a stroke of luck.


    Arabe listened to the customers'' praises, her gaze softening. It seemed that whether pre-sale or


    post-sale, they were doing a fine job.


    Just then, a petnt voice snatched a cocktail dress from Arabe''s hands.


    "This one''s perfect. It''s so me!"


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    It was a young girl with a trendy inverted bob, looking to be around Arabe''s age, spoiled and


    fearless, with a tone dripping with entitlement.


    She was clinging to the arm of a trendy guy with a rebellious charm, who looked every bit the yboy.