chapter 2
At this moment, anger consumed all my reason.
Without any hesitation, I immediately dialed the secretary's number. "Cancel Vincent's vice president position and have him pack up and leave immediately."
"And also, freeze his secondary card access immediately."
Ive always loved designing dresses, but I cant manage both the company and the dress shop at the same time.
Thankfully, with Vincent's help, I had the energy to focus on what I love.
To thank him, I promoted him to vice president of the company despite opposition from other managers.
I even gave him a supplementary credit card under my name, letting him use it freely.
The beautiful memories of the past make me wonder if my actions just now were too impulsive.
"Ms. Greene, we've arrived," the driver's voice pulled me back from my thoughts.
I quickly pushed open the car door and rushed into the store.
The few people inside were all stunned. Stella glared at me impatiently. "Who gave you permission to barge in like this?"
"Don't you even know how to knock?"
I ignored her and walked straight toward Emily, who was curled up on the ground.
She suddenly grabbed my hand, tears streaming down. "Rebecca, you're finally here!"
"What on earth is going on? Who exactly is Stella?"
Her voice was weak, but Stella still heard it.
She looked at me with more fierceness in her eyes. "You're this bitch's sister?"
Mila was even more surprised. "Ms. Greene, I didn't expect her to be your sister."
As she spoke, there was a hint of disdain. "I know you have talent in design, but you can't just bring your family to take clothes from our store for free, can you?"
I let out a cold snort, pretended to help Emily up, pointed at her injuries, and spoke coldly, "Did you do this?"
Mila's expression flickered, she swallowed and forced herself to stay calm, saying, "You should be glad I didnt call the police to arrest her!"
"Do you know how many haute couture dresses she stole from the store under your name?"
"And she even dared to claim she's Mr. Simpson's sister!"
At this point, she openly spat on the ground beside Emily.
She cursed, "Youre shameless!"
"Know your place, how dare you lie in front of the real Mrs. Simpson!"
After being flattered like this, Stella's expression grew even more arrogant.
She first gave me a disdainful once-over, then fixed her gaze straight on my handbag.
She demanded sharply, "Where did you get this bag?"
I followed her gaze downward. "Do I need to explain to you?"
"And also, who told you this store belongs to Vincent?"
This dress shop was founded after I earned my first paycheck.
I poured my heart and soul into this place.
Suddenly, I realized the problem. "Is it because Vincent is the legal owner of this shop that you think it belongs to him?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "If that's the case, then I need to clarify something.
"This shop is..."
"Answer me!" Stella suddenly interrupted me, "Where did this bag come from?"
Her whole face turned red with anger. "Speak up!
"Rebecca! Answer me!"
Facing her questioning, I stood up straight. "This bag was a gift from my husband."
Stella angrily said, "You're lying!"
As she spoke, she grabbed my hair. "This bag is stolen by you!"
"You thief!"
"No wonder your sister dared to steal from my store! Turns out your whole family are thieves!"
"Today, I'll beat you two bitches to death!"