Chapter 172
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The senior sales assistant sneered, clinging to arrogance like a crumbling shield. “Go ahead! Let’s see this so-called evidence!”
Christina gave a slow, deliberate clap. Her smile never reached her eyes. “Impressive. You’re bold—I’ll give you that,” she said. “But this… this is your final chance.”
Watching that Christina didn’t immediately present any proof, the senior sales assistant felt her nerves relax ever so slightly. Relief flickered across her face as she convinced herself she’d guessed right about Christina’s lack of evidence. Chances were that Christina had merely picked up a bit of gossip—surely she had nothing substantial.
“That wealthy lady was right in the thick of it,” Christina said, a playful smile appearing on her lips and amusement coloring her voice.
Her statement sent a ripple of conversation through the crowd. Interest peaked among the onlookers.
“Things are getting wild. Never imagined I’d catch this juicy gossip.”
“Who would have guessed that the saleswoman is a mistress? Yuck! She delivered a handbag to me just last week.”
“She’s hardly young herself. Calling her client old behind her client’s back—she’s got some nerve.”
“Imagine dropping thousands on handbags, only for that tramp to set her sights on your husband and make out with him behind your back. Talk about bad luck!”
“Ugh! I bought bags from her too. The thought that my purchase helped someone like her get a commission makes me sick!”
Fear gnawed at the senior sales assistant, who desperately tried not to look at the wealthy lady in question. Sweaty palms twisted together, her thoughts raced in panic. Absolutely not! She had to leave this place right away! Making for the exit seemed like her only hope.
Christina, however, had no intention of allowing an easy escape. Responsibility had finally come knocking—this was what the senior sales assistant had brought on herself.
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣? 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙩 𝖌ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗺
In a flash, Christina caught the senior sales assistant by the wrist, leaving her shocked and scrambling to get free.
“Let go! Let go of me!”
“Isn’t this what you were after? I’m just helping you get what you wanted,” Christina retorted, her voice icy and laced with mockery.
Pure terror drained the color from the senior sales assistant’s cheeks, but no amount of struggling freed her. Desperation made her try to bite Christina’s hand.
That effort failed as Christina yanked her arm away, avoiding the bite entirely. A quick twist sent the senior sales assistant stumbling aside, landing her out of reach.
A calm, unwavering voice rang out from Christina. “Mrs. Frazier, you’ve spent years supporting this woman—piling up commissions with every purchase—yet she’s been sneaking around with your husband behind your back.”
Color drained from the senior sales assistant’s cheeks, leaving her looking ashen. Desperate, she shook her head, hoping Leona Frazier wouldn’t believe it. “Please, that’s not true! She’s framing me!” she hastily said, her voice trembling as she knew exactly what fate awaited the mistresses of Leona’s husband, Clifford Frazier. No mercy ever came for those women—just years of misery.
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