Chapter 734
Chapter 734:
Yet, having given Monica his word, he couldn’t afford to backtrack. “Of course,” John said, his voice steady despite the panic brewing beneath the surface. “Wait a moment. I’ll inform the staff at the store p>
Monica ended the call with a satisfied air, confident everything was under control. She made her way with Amanda to the collection area, her demeanor self-assured.
“I’m here to pick up my perfume,” she announced as they approached the counter.
“Is it a custom order or today’s special release?” the sales clerk asked with practiced politeness.
“Today’s special release,” Monica replied crisply.
“May I see your collection voucher for verification p>
Collection voucher? The request caught Monica off guard. In her mind, John’s assurance was all the proof she needed.
“I don’t need a collection voucher,” Monica said, her tone clipped. “Please get me your manager. He knows everything p>
The sales clerk’s patience was wearing thin due to Monica’s imperious attitude, but she masked her irritation with professionalism. “I’m sorry, Miss, but store policy requires a collection voucher. Without it, we cannot release the perfume. Kindly provide the voucher p>
Monica’s irritation flared. “I already told you—I don’t need one! Just call your manager p>
“The manager is currently busy,” the clerk replied calmly, though her tone carried an edge of finality.
𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖉:
At that moment, another voice interrupted. “Hello, I’m here to pick up my perfume p>
Monica instinctively turned toward the familiar voice. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted Yelena.
The sight of her instantly darkened Monica’s mood. “You seem to have a lot of free time,” she said acidly, unable to hide her annoyance.
In Monica’s mind, Yelena’s intentions were all too clear. She must have known how much Maggie adored Fragrance Haven’s perfumes and had likely gone out of her way to secure a bottle in order to win Maggie’s favor.
There was no way Monica would let Yelena succeed in such a scheme.
“Miss,” the sales clerk addressed Yelena, “may I see your collection voucher p>
“Yelena, you need to present a special collection voucher or receipt to get a perfume here. Do you have one p>
Monica’s gaze was sharp, with a mocking glint as she directed the question at Yelena. She was certain someone as unrefined as Yelena wouldn’t be aware of such protocols.
Yelena met Monica’s sneering expression with a calm, indifferent glance, her eyes silently questioning whether Monica had any sense.
Monica’s smug demeanor faltered. What was with that look? Could Yelena actually possess one of those rare vouchers?
But that seemed impossible—those vouchers were not easily acquired. Even money wasn’t always enough to secure one.
Without a word, Yelena reached into her pocket, retrieved a collection voucher, and handed it to the clerk. “Please be quick,” she said, her tone sharp. “There’s garbage nearby, and it reeks p>