Chapter 977:
The female sales assistant fell silent, her head bowed as tears slipped quietly down her cheeks, her fingers twisting together in helpless despair. She had only just begun to see success in her sales, yet now the threat of dismissal loomed over her like a storm.
Then, gently, her trembling hands were enveloped by a slender, graceful hand, its warmth seeping into her like a balm. She lifted her gaze and met Christina’s calm, steady eyes. In that instant, the turmoil in her chest stilled. Those eyes were luminous, almost enchanted—brimming with a quiet strength that soothed away her panic as if by magic.
“Don’t worry. You won’t be fired,” Christina murmured, her tone laced with unshakable certainty. Not only would this female sales assistant not lose her job, but she might even be elevated to the store’s management.
The female sales assistant felt her heart steady, and against all reason, trust bloomed within her. She nodded faintly, believing in the promise.
“Ha! Do you think this place belongs to you? You speak as though you hold the power to decide who stays and who goes!” Jett barked with a mocking laugh. “Some people—being poor is bad enough—but worse still, they strut about bragging. Don’t let your lies run ahead of you,” Jaida sneered coldly.
“I can do more than promise she won’t be fired. I can guarantee she will take the position of manager,” Christina answered with an unshaken smile.
“Ha-ha!” Jett and Jaida burst into raucous laughter.
“Jett, did you hear her? She’s claiming she’ll make your colleague replace your brother as manager. Isn’t that the funniest thing you’ve ever heard?” Jaida covered her mouth, her chuckles brimming with ridicule.
“It’s utterly laughable. Truly, this is the biggest joke I’ve heard in years. The less a person knows, the bolder the lies they spin,” Jett sneered.
Christina’s lips curved into a faint, unbothered smile as she reached for her black-gold card.
𝘾𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿ⅽ𝗼𝗺
But just then, a voice as sharp as frost cut through the air. “What’s so funny?” Dylan strode into the store, his face dark, his gaze cold and penetrating as it swept across the room.
The instant their eyes met Dylan’s, both Jett and Jaida shuddered violently, their bravado evaporating. They turned their heads away, unable to withstand the weight of his stare. The aura Dylan carried pressed down on them like a suffocating tide, leaving their chests tight, their legs weak, and their bodies trembling under the crushing force of his presence.
“Let’s hear your so-called ‘joke of the day’—don’t you dare disappoint me.” Dylan’s gaze, cold as the dead of winter and sharp as a solitary peak piercing the sky, bore down on Jett and Jaida, trapping them beneath its merciless weight.
Jett and Jaida were so startled that they shivered violently, their legs nearly giving way beneath them.
Jaida studied Dylan again and again, until at last recognition struck—her confidence crumbled, and she stammered, “M-Mr. Scott!”
INQ Mall was a Scott family enterprise, rumored to have been built as a grand celebration for the birth of Dylan’s little sister. Yet, this treasured Miss Scott had never shown her face in public, leaving her appearance an enigma. Even when Margot made her rare public appearance during her recent birthday celebration, she had not introduced Miss Scott, and no one could be certain whether the young lady was even present at all.
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