Chapter 388 You Don’t Get How Rich People Play Things

• Laurel held the necklace, furious. “This isn’t the one I designed at all. Why should I pay for it?”
• “Heh. You say it’s not, so it’s not? Who can prove it for you? I came here for an answer. Either you compensate me for the necklace and the emotional distress—one million—or get ready to shut your doors.” The woman with the wavy curls sneered, smug and fearless.
• Mark took the necklace, asked Laurel a few quick questions, then said to the curly-haired woman, “You’re demanding compensation out of nowhere. Who can prove you even bought this here?”