Chapter 984:
“They are not to work in any industry in Lorbridge again. They have three days to leave this city, or they will face the consequences,” Dylan said, his voice as cold as ice.
“Mr. Scott, please, I beg you! Spare me this time. I swear I’ll never do it again!” Brad wailed, crawling forward to clutch Dylan’s leg. But Edwin kicked him away with disgust.
“Get lost! If you dare soil Mr. Scott’s pants, you won’t just be banned from Lorbridge,” Edwin snapped.
Banning them from working in Lorbridge was already a mercy. If these people kept pushing, they’d find themselves ruined across the entire nation. Brad collapsed on the floor, too terrified to utter another word. All he could do was clutch his head and sob with regret.
Jett, standing nearby, lowered his gaze. His fists clenched tightly, his jaw set. His eyes burned with a venomous, murderous gleam.
“Please wrap up the ‘Heart of Romance’ for me. I’ll be taking it,” Christina said coolly to Alana.
“Right away!” Alana answered, hurrying off to prepare the jewelry.
At that moment, Myron, the jewelry store’s owner, came rushing in. “Mr. Scott,” he greeted breathlessly, his tone dripping with respect. Cold sweat clung to his brow. An employee had secretly informed him of the situation before he arrived.
Without even pausing to wipe his face, Myron blurted out, “I’ll dismiss these two immediately, and the business line under my name will never again employ anyone from their families. Mr. Scott, do you find this resolution acceptable?”
Myron’s eyes flicked nervously toward Dylan, his body trembling uncontrollably. How could those two idiots have angered Dylan? They were dragging him straight into disaster.
“You shouldn’t have directed this question at me—it’s the opinions of these three ladies that matter,” Dylan said, his voice carrying a glacial chill as he gestured toward Christina, Chloe, and Eloise.
𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝕖𝗅𝕤⧽ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Myron immediately turned toward the three women and bowed his head. “I sincerely apologize for my poor management, which led to my staff behaving rudely toward you. Please accept my deepest apologies. If you would honor us with your forgiveness, please choose any bracelet as a token of my apology.”
Myron figured that if this whole affair could be settled with just three bracelets, it would be a bargain beyond measure. But if this matter wasn’t resolved, the losses would far outweigh the cost of merely three bracelets.
Chloe and Eloise exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes inevitably drifting toward Christina. “Only upon Christina’s forgiveness shall ours follow.” Hearing this, Myron’s gaze landed uneasily on Christina.
On the way here, he had already heard whispers from the staff about Dylan’s unique demeanor toward Christina. It was truly one of a kind. Christina must either belong to a distinguished family or perhaps be Mr. Scott’s future wife. Or maybe…
Myron’s mind wandered to the daughter the Scott family had always kept hidden from the public eye. Could Christina be the one—Miss Scott herself? Perhaps they had crafted a false name for her, ensuring privacy and protection for the treasured daughter of the Scott family.
“Since you’re so sincere, you have our forgiveness,” Christina said at last. A breath of relief slipped from Myron.
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