Chapter 985:
“Thank you, Miss Jones, for showing such generosity.”
With his inner speculation about Christina’s real identity gnawing deeper, his manner toward her grew even more reverent.
“Miss Jones, the ‘Heart of Romance’ necklace has been carefully packed and is ready for you.” Alana approached, presenting the boutique’s signature gift box with both hands, reverence in every motion.
Inside the box, elegant and finely crafted, nestled the Heart of Romance ruby necklace.
“Thank you,” Christina said with a gentle smile as she accepted it.
Just as she was about to ask Alana to ring up the payment, Dylan stretched out a sleek black card. “Charge it,” he ordered coolly.
Myron’s eyes lingered on the scene, every detail hardening his suspicions like molten metal cooling into iron. For Dylan—who was famous for keeping every woman at arm’s length—to allow such closeness and generosity, Christina could only be the Scott family’s hidden daughter. Even if she weren’t, her ties to the Scott family were undeniable. In either case, she was not someone to cross.
Christina’s eyes shifted to Myron. “I find Alana quite capable. If she were promoted to jewelry store manager, I’m sure both this store’s business and reputation would flourish.”
Having just respectfully returned the black card to Dylan, Alana froze, overwhelmed by Christina’s words. She looked at Christina with awe and disbelief. Had this distinguished customer truly suggested her name to the boss—for manager? It was beyond anything she could imagine.
She knew all too well that her experience fell short of such a position, but the recognition filled her with gratitude. To be lifted by unexpected praise from a stranger—it bloomed in her chest like warmth on a bitter winter’s day. Alana’s voice trembled with emotion. “Miss Jones, I deeply appreciate your recognition, but I fear my abilities are not enough.”
𝗦𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸬𝖼𝗈𝗺
Before she could finish, Myron cut her off. “That’s not true. Don’t sell yourself short! Since Miss Jones has acknowledged your ability, it proves you are more than qualified to manage this store.”
Myron’s gaze flicked to the nameplate on Alana’s chest, and with a commanding tone that silenced the entire room, he declared, “From this day forward, Alana shall be the manager of this establishment.”
The announcement sent a ripple through the shop. Other employees cast envious looks in Alana’s direction. Had they known that standing up for those three young women would lead to such rewards, they would have scrambled to do the same.
Brad, however, was furious—his position had been stripped from him in an instant and handed to a novice girl.
Jett, who had kept his head bowed all this time, allowed a flicker of malice to surface in his eyes. If they insisted on ruining him, then he would make sure they all went down with him.
Before leaving the store, Dylan cast a glance at Edwin.
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