Chapter 82: This Will Be interesting!
The silence in the boutique was thick and heavy, pressing down like the lid of a coffin. Murphy’s fingers danced across the keys of her sleek laptop, the only sound in the unnerving stillness. Jim, meanwhile, was a portrait of sheer panic, beads of sweat slicking his brow. Despite his blustering denials moments ago, a cold dread had settled in his gut. He hadn’t ordered any dress.
Murphy’s sharp click as she closed the laptop punctuated the silence. "It seems the dress was indeed booked."
"Booked?" The word hung in the air, a collective gasp rippling through the onlookers.
"Yes, by Master James, the only son of the Felon family... You know him, right?" Murphy’s gaze, sharp and assessing, landed squarely on Jim.
’James! The son of the second-strongest family in Valhalla!! So he ordered this dress, wait... I can use this to my advantage... And besides, I know James, we are friends.’ A flicker of cunning ignited in Jim’s eyes.
"Yes!" Jim exclaimed, his voice a little too loud, a little too eager. "Master James asked me to pick up this dress for him. He’s heading to the auction and didn’t want to be late!"
Murphy’s perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched slightly. "You stated earlier that you booked this dress for your girlfriend. Now you claim James booked it. Do you take me for a fool?" Her tone remained level, dangerously so.
Not just Jim, but everyone present felt a chill crawl down their spines. The Boss’s calm demeanor was legendary – the harbinger of an impending storm.
"Both of you," Murphy’s voice cut through the tension, "give these two twenty slaps each and eject them from my store."
"Yes, Ma’am!"
Her two hulking bodyguards nodded in unison, their eyes already fixed on Jim and Eris. But before they could take a single step, Jim’s voice cracked through the air, laced with desperation.