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Chapter 290 There Must Be

Some Kind Of Mistake

The heads of the mall, Zahir Diaz and Darryl Watts, oversaw its daily operations,

while Ennis Blake had been appointed by Ford Group.

Though all three held managerial positions, Ennis, as Ford Group's

representative, wielded significantly more power.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Zahir and Darryl answered to him.

"Mr. Blake, do you have any new instructions?" Julia's voice wavered slightly as she studied Ennis' grim expression, a sense of unease creeping in.

But Ennis didn't acknowledge her. His eyes were fixed on Corrine, a mix of apprehension and deference flickering across his face.

Noticing his reaction, Julia turned to Corrine, her brows furrowing in suspicion.

She was convinced that Corrine was the root of this mess. Somehow, she had even managed to summon Ennis here.

smile. "This customer is deliberately stirring up trouble. We were just

past her without the slightest interest. Instead, he strode straight to Corrine, his posture low and deferential. "Miss Holland, I

gaze with cool indifference. "Your sales staff displayed a terrible attitude -looking down on customers, discriminating against them, and

has zero tolerance for this kind

Darryl

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in horror, disbelief flashing across her face. Under Ennis' sharp gaze, Zahir seized the rare opportunity to redeem himself. Stepping toward Julia with an air of authority, he leveled her

said that, Zahir cautiously stepped toward Corrine, lowering his head in deference. “Miss Holland, I deeply regret the unnecessary

oversee things properly."

spared him-or Ennis-a glance before striding over to a quiet corner and taking

cold indifference made it clear she had no intention of acknowledging

utterly subservient. "Miss Holland, please enjoy some coffee

Lyhaton's premier shopping center, renowned as one of the

realize was that this so-called "shoppers' paradise" had been a gift from

didn't belong to the Ford family-it was Corrine's

before her, each one painfully aware that her word could

frozen, watching the scene