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."

I logged out. There was

anytime soon, and honestly, most of the backlash wasn't even from actual customers-just

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

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

was sealed in a box and sent straight

many cases at once, there had to be a

the production process to pinpoint the root cause. Normally, this would be handled by the supply chain team. However, Levi and had been involved in sourcing the materials from the start. If anyone was going to get to the bottom

it had

I still had my partnership with Flint Group. And I was going to use

...

I stayed behind at the studio to focus on finishing the initial design drafts for Flint Group.

I hit send, he replied with

didn't have to rush this. I know you've got a lot on your plate

do. Business is business. Don't worry about me. I can handle it.

typing indicator flickered on the screen. But

deep, gentle voice broke through the silence, drifting straight into my ears.