My husband's intern accused my sister of freeloading
Helpless, she had to mention my name. I’m the boss’s younger sister, I don’t need to pay for the dress.
Stella rolled her eyes. "Don’t lie to me. Our boss doesn’t even have a sister!"
"Looks like you can’t afford it, huh?"
With that, she directly blocked Emily, looking impatient. "I’ll give you one last chance: either pay up immediately, or I’ll tear your dress right now and make you walk out naked!"
Emily was stunned and hurriedly called me.
When I rushed to the store in a panic, I heard Mila Brown, the store manager who had worked with me for years, respectfully standing behind Stella and warning Emily, "I suggest you be smart. The woman in front of you is our boss's wife!"
"Cross her, and you won’t end well!"
Before the words finished, Stella stepped on Emily's face and looked down, saying, "You actually dared to impersonate me? You've got some nerve!"
My hand froze on the doorknob. Then, I immediately cut off the access to my husband Vincent Simpson's supplementary card and dialed his number.
I angrily said, "Have I been too good to you? Or have I given you too much money, letting you afford to keep a woman outside?"
*****
When I received Emily's call, I was about to drive back to the dress shop.
I asked in confusion, "What did you say? That new intern Stella Fuller claimed she's the wife of the shop owner?"
I smiled and shook my head. "Didn't you tell her you're my sister?"
The next second, a crisp slap sound came through the phone, followed by Emily's scream.
I realized something was wrong and immediately shouted her name into the phone.
But what responded to me was Stella's ranting. "This shop belongs to my husband!"
"Wouldn't I know if my husband had a sister?"
Mila's voice followed closely, laced with a mocking tone. "Let me tell you the truth."
"Today, you've messed with the wrong person."
"This shop belongs to Mr. Simpson, and the woman in front of you is his wife!"
"If you want to skip the bill, at least come up with a decent excuse!"
Their arrogant conversation made me feel a bit uneasy.
On our wedding anniversary a week ago, Vincent, who never gets involved in my dress shop business, suddenly begged me for a favor.
He said, "A neighbor's daughter from my hometown just graduated from college and can't find a job.
"Her mom reached out to me the other day asking for help. Remembering our old ties, I agreed right away.
"Honey, can she work at your shop?"
As if afraid I might refuse, he hurriedly raised four fingers and swore to me.
He said, "I promise, this girl is really smart and hardworking.
"You'll definitely be satisfied!"
I didn't think much and agreed.
I sent Stella's information to my most trusted Mila.
At that moment, Emily's call was suddenly cut off, and the last thing I heard was Stella's angry yelling.
Thinking of this, I quickly asked the driver to drive while pulling up the store's surveillance footage.
The image gradually became clear. At this moment, Emily was being violently pinned to the ground by Stella, slapped one after another.
Emily hit while saying, "You wore clothes from our store without paying, this is theft!"
"Women like you who only know how to steal deserve a beating!"
Emily struggled desperately but still couldn't resist Stella's brute force.
What made me even angrier was that Mila, who had been with me for three years, had now become Stella's accomplice.
She crouched beside Emily, flipping through the ledger nonstop.
She said, "I just roughly calculated the accounts from the past three months.
"This b*tch took over a dozen dresses from our store, worth a total of millions of dollars."
Hearing this, Stella's anger instantly exploded.
She grabbed Emily by the neck. "You say you're my husband's sister?
"What sister?
"What’s your relationship? Before I came to the store, how much more did you take from here?"
The scene made me tremble with anger. Seeing Emily's swollen cheeks, my heart ached, and I could barely breathe.
At the same time, I called Vincent.
I want to ask him why the so-called sensible sister he mentioned has now turned into a shrew and even dares to impersonate me.
The call was quickly answered. Vincent's tone was cheerful. "Honey, shouldn't you be working on your design sketches at this time?"
"How do you have time to call me?"
"Miss me?"
I took a deep breath and said coldly, "Vincent, tell me, what exactly is your relationship with Stella?"
"Why is she claiming to be your wife?"
The other side suddenly went silent, so quiet that I could only hear his heavy breathing and the sound of static.
This silence completely ignited my anger. I spoke bluntly, "Vincent, answer me!"
"Have I been too lenient with you? Giving you the time and money to keep another woman outside?"
Vincent chuckled lightly. "Rebecca, after all these years of marriage, do you still not trust me?"
"Alright, I don't have time to joke with you now. I have a meeting to attend."
After saying that, he hung up the phone. When I called back, it was already unreachable.
At this moment, anger consumed all my reason.
Without any hesitation, I immediately dialed the secretary's number. "Cancel Vincent's vice president position and have him pack up and leave immediately."
"And also, freeze his secondary card access immediately."
I’ve always loved designing dresses, but I can’t manage both the company and the dress shop at the same time.
Thankfully, with Vincent's help, I had the energy to focus on what I love.
To thank him, I promoted him to vice president of the company despite opposition from other managers.
I even gave him a supplementary credit card under my name, letting him use it freely.
The beautiful memories of the past make me wonder if my actions just now were too impulsive.
"Ms. Greene, we've arrived," the driver's voice pulled me back from my thoughts.
I quickly pushed open the car door and rushed into the store.
The few people inside were all stunned. Stella glared at me impatiently. "Who gave you permission to barge in like this?"
"Don't you even know how to knock?"
I ignored her and walked straight toward Emily, who was curled up on the ground.
She suddenly grabbed my hand, tears streaming down. "Rebecca, you're finally here!"
"What on earth is going on? Who exactly is Stella?"
Her voice was weak, but Stella still heard it.
She looked at me with more fierceness in her eyes. "You're this bitch's sister?"
Mila was even more surprised. "Ms. Greene, I didn't expect her to be your sister."
As she spoke, there was a hint of disdain. "I know you have talent in design, but you can't just bring your family to take clothes from our store for free, can you?"
I let out a cold snort, pretended to help Emily up, pointed at her injuries, and spoke coldly, "Did you do this?"
Mila's expression flickered, she swallowed and forced herself to stay calm, saying, "You should be glad I didn’t call the police to arrest her!"
"Do you know how many haute couture dresses she stole from the store under your name?"
"And she even dared to claim she's Mr. Simpson's sister!"
At this point, she openly spat on the ground beside Emily.
She cursed, "You’re shameless!"
"Know your place, how dare you lie in front of the real Mrs. Simpson!"
After being flattered like this, Stella's expression grew even more arrogant.
She first gave me a disdainful once-over, then fixed her gaze straight on my handbag.
She demanded sharply, "Where did you get this bag?"
I followed her gaze downward. "Do I need to explain to you?"
"And also, who told you this store belongs to Vincent?"
This dress shop was founded after I earned my first paycheck.
I poured my heart and soul into this place.
Suddenly, I realized the problem. "Is it because Vincent is the legal owner of this shop that you think it belongs to him?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "If that's the case, then I need to clarify something.
"This shop is..."
"Answer me!" Stella suddenly interrupted me, "Where did this bag come from?"
Her whole face turned red with anger. "Speak up!
"Rebecca! Answer me!"
Facing her questioning, I stood up straight. "This bag was a gift from my husband."
Stella angrily said, "You're lying!"
As she spoke, she grabbed my hair. "This bag is stolen by you!"
"You thief!"
"No wonder your sister dared to steal from my store! Turns out your whole family are thieves!"
"Today, I'll beat you two bitches to death!"
I worried about Emily getting hurt again, so I didn't fight back fiercely, letting the nails scrape my cheek, leaving a few burning scratches.
Seeing me injured, Emily ignored her own pain and fought back directly.
I also seized the opportunity and slapped Stella hard a few times.
Stella couldn't take on the two of us.
So she desperately shouted at Mila, "Are you blind?"
"Didn't you see them ganging up to bully me?"
"Hurry up and help me!"
Mila's expression froze when her name was suddenly called, especially when she met my sharp gaze, her movements visibly hesitated.
I said coldly, "Mila, you idiot!"
"Did you forget who gave you Stella's information?"
"And also, since you started working here, have you seen any other leaders besides me?"
Hearing this, Mila instantly became nervous.
After hearing my words, Stella gradually stopped her actions.
She gasped and said, "Stop talking nonsense!"
"This store belongs to my husband, Vincent."
"If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have worked in a place like this!"
But Mila said tremblingly, "However, back then, your information was given to me by Rebecca."
Since I started this dress shop, many people have rushed to apply because of the good benefits, including daughters of several business partners.
But I turned them all down as unsuitable.
The reason is simple, none of them submitted the required documents to me.
So when Vincent sent Stella's information, I agreed right away.
The atmosphere in the shop suddenly became tense because of Mila's words.
She stepped back helplessly, with a hint of fear in her eyes.
Meanwhile, Stella widened her eyes, breathing heavily. "What did you say?"
"I understand!"
She paused, suddenly let out a cold laugh, and shoved me hard into the clothing rack behind me while I was distracted.
She stepped closer to me. "Speak! Are you seducing my husband behind my back?"
"You bitch! So you're the mistress!"
Mila seemed to have an epiphany and blurted out, "So that's it!"
Stella snatched my bag and slammed it hard on the ground, but she still wasn't satisfied.
She even stepped on the bag. "This bag was supposed to be my birthday gift from Vincent!"
"How did it end up being yours?"
"You must have seduced him to make him give the gift to you!"
"A homewrecker and a thief, you two really are sisters!"
With Mila's interference, I still had to protect Emily behind me, making it even harder to act.
But Stella seemed to have caught on to this, constantly pulling my hair.
I could even hear the sound of my scalp tearing.
Suddenly, the door was flung open.
A steady and authoritative voice rang out, "Stop it, all of you!"
"Where is the caller Rebecca?"
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