Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

197 It's bad for business

When Jessa went to the women's boutique, she quickly came out because of the price tag on the mannequin. She caught Allison going to the other stall. Hence, she went to another one to check if there was something she could buy for her husband. -

After minutes, Jessa realized nothing could suit her husband here. Thus, she went to the stall where Allison was. She didn't plan to get inside and simply thought of what task she would give the children to keep them busy after exam week.

While idling, she heard Mrs. Miller's voice. That woman's voice was so loud that even Jessa, who was outside, could hear everything. She didn't plan to interfere, since she was curious about how Allison would deal with it. Much to her disappointment, Allison backed down and chose the peaceful route.

That didn't sit well with Jessa. 1

People like Mrs. Miller were worthy of all the pettiness in this world.

"This shop is supposed to protect its clients and yet, not only did you not protect your customer, you let this tackless woman escalate the situation. I need an apology!" "Tackless?!" Mrs. Miller fumed. "Between you and I -*

"I am tactless too, Jessa admitted, almost making Mrs. Miller throw up blood. "So what? We're the same in that matter. You had a personal problem with someone and you made a scene in public. Isn't that called tactless? The shop allowed such personal problems to happen in their establishment and even when they had the power to control the situation, they let it escalate!"

"I'd want to speak to the manager!" she continued, casting the staff a look. "Come on. Chop chop!"

Allison pressed her lips into a thin line, watching Jessa glare daggers at Mrs. Miller and the other shoppers. None of them dared say another word, afraid Jessa would shamelessly drag them in

this as well.

"Hah!" Jessa scoffed and her sharp eyes landed on Allison. "Tss. Pay for those things. Go on. I got this."

'Actually, I don't feel like buying anything anymore,' was what Allison wanted to say, but she nodded. As Allison walked away, she glanced at Jessa once more who was still having a glaring competition with Mrs. Miller.

"All of you!" Jessa raised her voice and pointed her finger at everyone. "If you think raising children is a piece of cake, why don't you give birth ten more times?! Goodness! The hypocrisy in here is through the roof! If you think your whining is gonna do anything, then go buy somewhere else. This shop is popular locally and internationally. If you think leaving now is a

for them,

Mrs. Miller again. "Mrs. Miller, your daughter surely got her attitude from you. Didn't you hear the

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bad

turned red while all the bystanders furrowed their

etiquette class because she thinks the Miller Family is higher than the Headmaster of the Academy!" Jessa shook her head and scoffed. "Moreover, Mrs. Miller, aren't

giving everyone the shock of their lives as if she came in to show Mrs.

more. "Oh, god. I can't with you. Do you think your daughter is only the precious daughter here? I feel sorry for those around

being picked on by this woman's daughter. I heard she's a big bully and she particularly hates those who are prettier than her. I see you women are so pretty your daughters might be pretty as well. Warn them or maybe ask them.

her piece, Jessa strode off...

other. Some of them had enrolled their children in the same school. If the headmaster asked Patricia Miller to retake etiquette,

looked at everyone's disdainful look, seething

but the women looked away from her and left. unnecessary

end, Mrs. Miller everything and walked out of the shop with her nose

anger

sorry this happened!" the manager apologized incessantly. "I was on a break. We're

they had to apologize because the manager was familiar

enough." Jessa shook her head. "Give

Inconvenience

no need..." she trailed off when she received a deadly glare from the

a discount," she said

We're already planning to do that!" the manager quickly

muickly went to finish the