My husband’s intern accused my sister of freeloading

chapter 1

When I received Emily's call, I was about to drive back to the dress shop.

I asked in confusion, "What did you say? That new intern Stella Fuller claimed she's the wife of the shop owner?"

I smiled and shook my head. "Didn't you tell her you're my sister?"

The next second, a crisp slap sound came through the phone, followed by Emily's scream.

I realized something was wrong and immediately shouted her name into the phone.

But what responded to me was Stella's ranting. "This shop belongs to my husband!"

"Wouldn't I know if my husband had a sister?"

Mila's voice followed closely, laced with a mocking tone. "Let me tell you the truth."

"Today, you've messed with the wrong person."

"This shop belongs to Mr. Simpson, and the woman in front of you is his wife!"

"If you want to skip the bill, at least come up with a decent excuse!"

Their arrogant conversation made me feel a bit uneasy.

On our wedding anniversary a week ago, Vincent, who never gets involved in my dress shop business, suddenly begged me for a favor.

He said, "A neighbor's daughter from my hometown just graduated from college and can't find a job.

"Her mom reached out to me the other day asking for help. Remembering our old ties, I agreed right away.

"Honey, can she work at your shop?"

As if afraid I might refuse, he hurriedly raised four fingers and swore to me.

He said, "I promise, this girl is really smart and hardworking.

"You'll definitely be satisfied!"

I didn't think much and agreed.

I sent Stella's information to my most trusted Mila.

At that moment, Emily's call was suddenly cut off, and the last thing I heard was Stella's angry yelling.

Thinking of this, I quickly asked the driver to drive while pulling up the store's surveillance footage.

The image gradually became clear. At this moment, Emily was being violently pinned to the ground by Stella, slapped one after another.

Emily hit while saying, "You wore clothes from our store without paying, this is theft!"

"Women like you who only know how to steal deserve a beating!"

Emily struggled desperately but still couldn't resist Stella's brute force.

What made me even angrier was that Mila, who had been with me for three years, had now become Stella's accomplice.

She crouched beside Emily, flipping through the ledger nonstop.

She said, "I just roughly calculated the accounts from the past three months.

"This b*tch took over a dozen dresses from our store, worth a total of millions of dollars."

Hearing this, Stella's anger instantly exploded.

She grabbed Emily by the neck. "You say you're my husband's sister?

"What sister?

"Whats your relationship? Before I came to the store, how much more did you take from here?"

The scene made me tremble with anger. Seeing Emily's swollen cheeks, my heart ached, and I could barely breathe.

At the same time, I called Vincent.

I want to ask him why the so-called sensible sister he mentioned has now turned into a shrew and even dares to impersonate me.

The call was quickly answered. Vincent's tone was cheerful. "Honey, shouldn't you be working on your design sketches at this time?"

"How do you have time to call me?"

"Miss me?"

I took a deep breath and said coldly, "Vincent, tell me, what exactly is your relationship with Stella?"

"Why is she claiming to be your wife?"

The other side suddenly went silent, so quiet that I could only hear his heavy breathing and the sound of static.

This silence completely ignited my anger. I spoke bluntly, "Vincent, answer me!"

"Have I been too lenient with you? Giving you the time and money to keep another woman outside?"

Vincent chuckled lightly. "Rebecca, after all these years of marriage, do you still not trust me?"

"Alright, I don't have time to joke with you now. I have a meeting to attend."

After saying that, he hung up the phone. When I called back, it was already unreachable.