"What?"
Emma's face turned pale.
"Is... Is everything being returned?" "What about it?"
An evening raise of the eyebrows, a handsome face displaying an eerily cold smirk.
"Is there a problem?"
"I….." Emma bit her lip tightly, wholly unwilling in her heart, yet dared not to refuse.
The kind of person who could easily whip out over eight million definitely wasn't one she could afford to offend.
Watching Emma's complexion, an amused smile broke across the refined and lovely face of Joe Anne.
Serves her right.
From the eyes of the other salesgirls, jealousy has transformed to schadenfreude.
"Emma, proceed with the refund for these two ladies."
A man dressed like a manager hurriedly walked in from the outside.
Upon seeing the man, Emma's face grew even more displeasing.
"Yes, manager."
After replying, she lowered her head and silently began processing Camilla's refunds one by one.
