"M-Ms. Vance!" Alistair stammered, his voice trembling so violently he could barely form the words. "Forgive me... I... I didn't know your private inspection was scheduled for this evening! Please have mercy on us!"
Gemma and Harper stopped dead in their tracks. Their smug grins vanished instantly, replaced by a wave of cold horror. Ms. Vance? The supreme billionaire owner of the entire global luxury empire?!
Zuri didn't look down at the cowering manager. Instead, she slowly turned her piercing, icy gaze toward the two paralyzed sales assistants.