My husband’s intern accused my sister of freeloading

I, Rebecca Greene, let my sister Emily Greene go to my haute couture dress shop to pick a wedding dress. Before leaving, she was stopped by the intern Stella Fuller, who demanded three million dollars for the dress.

Helpless, she had to mention my name. "I’m the boss’s younger sister, I don’t need to pay for the dress."

Stella rolled her eyes. "Don’t lie to me. Our boss doesn’t even have a sister!"

"Looks like you can’t afford it, huh?"

With that, she directly blocked Emily, looking impatient. "I’ll give you one last chance: either pay up immediately, or I’ll tear your dress right now and make you walk out naked!"

Emily was stunned and hurriedly called me.

When I rushed to the store in a panic, I heard Mila Brown, the store manager who had worked with me for years, respectfully standing behind Stella and warning Emily, "I suggest you be smart. The woman in front of you is our boss’s wife!"

"Cross her, and you won’t end well!"

Before the words finished, Stella stepped on Emily’s face and looked down, saying, "You actually dared to impersonate me? You’ve got some nerve!"

My hand froze on the doorknob. Then, I immediately cut off the access to my husband Vincent Simpson’s supplementary card and dialed his number.

I angrily said, "Have I been too good to you? Or have I given you too much money, letting you afford to keep a woman outside?"