Unexpected Encounter with my Boss

Chapter 15

"What did you say?" Ivy glared at Tiffany. "Are you not going to be responsible for what you did?"

Tiffany glanced at Ivy's dress. "That's not it. First off, I was just standing here. You were the one who bumped into me. So, it wasn't my fault. Secondly, even if it was my fault, I won't pay 39 thousand dollars for this!"

Ivy had never expected Tiffany, who was usually so timid. dare to talk back to her now. Aside from being shocked, she was mostly annoyed.

"I was walking from over here, but you blocked the way and wouldn't let me through. If not, how could I have bumped into you? Also, my dress is worth 39 thousand dollars-you have to pay me exactly that amount, not a penny less! Or I won't let you off!" She felt that Tiffany was just a coward who would get terrified easily after being threatened a little. Hence, she thought Tiffany would be easy to manipulate.

To her surprise, Tiffany said, "Your dress isn't worth 39 thousand dollars."

Ivy's eyes immediately widened. "What nonsense is this? The brand of this dress is an international brand and not something you can buy from the street stalls. It's fine that you can't recognize what this is, but could you stop spouting nonsense?" "I didn't. You're wearing a counterfeit." Tiffany's tone was nonchalant, but her words took everyone by surprise.

Ivy's face turned a little pale. "You liar! This isn't a fake, it's authentic! Tiffany Lloyd, did you come up with such a lame excuse because you don't want to compensate me?"

Tiffany looked around. Their colleagues were watching from the side. But it was clear that everyone was more inclined to believe in Ivy's words.

In the end, Alex spoke up. "Ivy, show Tiffany your receipt."

"I didn't buy this dress myself. A friend gave it to me as a gift. How would I have the receipt?" Ivy rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction. "Mr. Zander, you're not going to side with Tiffany too, are you?"

Alex was the head of the executive department. Not only that, but he was also the highest-ranking employee in the company and only reported to Vincent. He would not possibly side with anyone.

Tiffany did not want to trouble him either. She then said to Ivy, "We can just get someone to check if the dress is authentic or not."

"Let's do it then! I'm not afraid!"

Lewis Group had its own clothing brand department. It wouldn't be difficult to get someone over from the team for authentication. Alex made a call. Soon, the manager of that department, Oliver Reynolds, came over.

a glance at the wash label and tag, Oliver checked on a few more details. He came up

"Just tell them if there is any

is a

in anger. "Are you sure about that? Did you look at

"Ivy, that's enough. Are you

Ivy was speechless.

dealt with major brands every day, and this was practically their job. They couldn't possibly

of disbelief and fury. "How dare they give me a

"May

sold for a few thousand dollars. The workmanship and material of Ms. Jones' dress are of high standards. It would likely be sold for about ten

Tiffany hadn't graduated yet, and she'd just been made a full-time employee at Lewis Group. Ten thousand dollars

knew that there was no point in saying anything to her. She then turned to Alex. "Mr. Zander, I would

went pale. "What are you talking

asked again, "Can we do

eel

glance at Ivy. Ivy felt uneasy, but she couldn't say anything in front of everyone. She had no choice

the surveillance footage on his phone. But without authorization, he wouldn't be

only

Not wanting to hide anything from his boss, Alex told Vincent about the

the first thing Vincent said right after listening to the

he added, "I'll give you access the footage. Alex, make sure to clear Tiffany's name in this

Lewis." After hanging up, Alex thought

gotten scolded for calling Vincent and asking for access. Alex had always been thorough in doing things. Considering that this was a private matter between Ivy and Tiffany, he called both of them over to a meeting room

the blinds to block

have to come in here?" Tossing her golden curls, Ivy wore a look of disdain. "It's not like I