Chapter 287
Chapter 287:
“Where are the decorative buttons?” she demanded, her voice laced with frustration.
The sales assistant froze, fumbling for an excuse. “I-I think they must have fallen off somewhere p>
“Fallen off somewhere?” Molly repeated, her tone cutting through the sales assistant’s weak defense. “And yet, you still put it on display? What did I tell you about quality checks when you started working here p>
The sales assistant’s head dropped, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Words failed her as she stood there, cornered by her manager’s stern gaze.
Before anyone could react further, Yelena took the dress from Molly’s hands, found a pair of scissors from the counter, and, in one fluid motion, began slicing through the fabric.
Gasps rippled through the room as the pieces of the dress fell into the trash bin.
The crowd stood frozen, their minds racing with questions. Why destroy the dress? It wasn’t unwearable. And who gave Yelena the authority to make such a drastic decision?
However, Molly didn’t seem mad at all. Instead, her respect for Yelena was palpable, her posture almost deferential.
She didn’t even ask for compensation.
Yelena turned her piercing gaze toward the sales assistant, her voice commanding. “Your staff training is severely lacking. If anyone here disrespects a customer or fails to uphold the standards of this store, they shouldn’t just be reprimanded—they should be fired. Effective immediately p>
Molly nodded swiftly. “Understood p>
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Satisfied, Yelena moved on, her eyes scanning the other displays with meticulous precision. After a few moments, she turned and headed for the exit, her presence leaving a wake of stunned silence.
The store was still. Customers and employees alike exchanged wide-eyed glances. Who was Yelena? And how did she have such authority, not just over the store, but over the very air in the room?
Bella couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer. She leaned closer to Molly, her voice low but insistent. “Miss Emerson, you know that woman? Why did you treat with so much respect? It’s like she owns the place p>
Molly chuckled, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. “Well, because she does—in a manner of speaking p>
Bella’s jaw dropped. “Wait, what? She’s your boss or something p>
She couldn’t believe it! After all, this was Moda Style they were talking about.
Molly shook her head with a smile, choosing her words carefully since she knew Yelena was a very private person. “Not quite. She’s a very special VIP customer p>
Bella frowned, confusion etched on her face. “VIP? But she’s never even bought anything from this store—not that I’m aware of anyway. How can she be a VIP if she doesn’t shop here p>
Molly hesitated for a split second before continuing, mindful of Yelena’s insistence on privacy. “The clothes she wears are custom designs from Moda Style—one-of-a-kind pieces made exclusively for her,” Molly explained. “The fabrics of her clothes are rare, and the craftsmanship is unmatched, but only someone who knows the industry intimately would recognize that. To the untrained eye, they might seem simple—that was by design p>
Bella nodded slowly, though her expression remained incredulous.
Monica’s brow furrowed, doubt flickering in her expression. Almost under her breath, she murmured, “Could Yelena really be that good p>
The store manager’s behavior had been anything but ordinary.
It wasn’t polite customer service anymore—it was deference, the kind reserved for someone with authority or influence.
Could Yelena have connections to Moda Style? It didn’t make sense. Moda Style was a powerhouse of exclusivity, the kind of brand inaccessible to all but the elite.
Yelena, with her modest background, didn’t fit the mold. Surely, Monica was reading too much into it.
“Monica, don’t let this get to you,” Amanda said, breaking through her thoughts with a cheerful tone. “Let’s focus on the dresses. Come on, let’s try them on p>
Monica gave a small, distracted smile. “You’re right.” She turned toward the fitting room, forcing herself to move on. “Pick something for yourselves too p>
But Bella lingered, her eyes following Yelena’s retreating figure with a growing sense of curiosity.
There was something undeniably off about Yelena.
Yelena’s tone when addressing the store staff wasn’t casual or annoyed—it was controlled, authoritative, the way someone in charge might speak to their subordinates.
That wasn’t Yelena’s usual style; she typically stayed quiet, avoiding unnecessary confrontation.
Yelena had always been an enigma, but now there was something more—an edge of mystery that Bella couldn’t ignore.
If Yelena had any secrets, Bella knew she needed to uncover them before they could be used against her. “Better to strike first than to be caught off guard,” she thought.