Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 135 I'm Waiting for You The moment LunaGlo's compensation announcement went live, the comment section exploded. At first, it seemed like the tide was turning.

"Yeah, the quality is bad, but at least they're owning up to it. I'll give LunaGlo another chance."

"Oh my god, they're paying that much? Why didn't I buy one? Why?"

"Compared to other brands that just go radio silent when something goes wrong, this is actually pretty sincere. I'll be keeping an eye on how they handle this."

But the negativity still outweighed the support.

"I heard LunaGlo's founder is local. This is how they treat their own people?"

"If you didn't want to do business here, why even enter the market?"

"Using dish cloth as fabric for clothes? Whoever is responsible better pray for their lives."

I read through every comment before taking a deep breath and carefully crafting a response.

"In addition to offering full compensation, LunaGlo will be conducting a thorough investigation into our entire production chain to uncover the truth. We'll provide real-time updates on our progress. Thank you for keeping us accountable."

"post", I logged out. There was no point in

dying down anytime soon, and honestly, most of the backlash wasn't even from actual customers-just people jumping on the

on that, it was better to focus on damage control and find out what went wrong before

first recalled item arrived at the office. It was a package

was delivered, it was sealed in a box and sent straight

at once, there had to be a highty allergenic substance in the fabric. To identify it,

be handled by the supply chain team. However, Levi and had been involved in sourcing the materials

had to

I still had my partnership with Flint Group. And I

...

to focus on finishing the initial design drafts for Flint Group. By the time I sent the files over to Eric, it was already

hit send, he replied with a

I know you've got a lot on your plate right

sigh before typing back. "No can do. Business is business. Don't worry about me. I can handle it. But what about you? Why

watched as the typing indicator flickered on the screen. But for a long moment,

to assume he had fallen asleep, a deep, gentle voice broke through the silence, drifting straight into