Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 1385:

The manager said, “Young lady, it seems you’re not used to shopping in luxury boutiques like ours. People like you usually don’t wander in without knowing the rules. All of our clients are either wealthy or influential. This sportswear has been on display for three days, untouched—our customers understand the rule. Maybe it’s time you reflect on your own behavior?” Her tone was laced with sharp sarcasm.

Since Bailee and Eileen had gone their separate ways upon entering the store, no one knew they were together. Mistaking Bailee for a lone, insignificant shopper, the store manager considered her an easy target and chose to shift the blame onto her.

“What’s the problem with her behavior?” Eileen strolled out leisurely, her coat draped over her arm, the soft knit of her dress subtly hiding her pregnant belly.

The color drained from the store manager’s face. She hurried over and said, “Mrs. Dawson, I apologize that you had to witness this. We’ll take care of it right away. Please—”

Eileen didn’t wait for her to finish. She swept past her and positioned herself next to Bailee, locking eyes with Amoura.

Holding Amoura’s gaze for a few seconds, Eileen finally turned to the manager. “You said items here can’t be touched unless purchased. Funny—I didn’t know that. Should I go ahead and buy the two suits I just touched?”

the manager said, her face flushed as her eyes flickered between Eileen and Bailee. “Mrs. Dawson, you and Mrs. Deleon know each other. Why don’t

that I know Mrs. Deleon, but do you know this woman is my

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store manager’s face turned pale

to your customers—that’s your problem. Since you failed to put up notices or remind people not to touch the items, that’s on you. Take Mrs. Deleon inside and sort this out

grabbed Bailee by the wrist and led her toward the

spread across the

sister are not even blood-related. You think she’s going to drop hundreds of thousands to clean up this mess for her? No. So, the blame falls squarely on you.” Amoura’s smug voice only escalated things. She leaned in slightly, a smirk playing on her lips as she said to the manager, “Now, let’s talk

anything to Amoura was pointless, though her words were undeniably

struck by a sudden idea, Eileen pulled

Deleon? Wow, you really do have an interesting sense of style. Does he wear this kind of outfit just for you at home? Because I’ve never