Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 190

Just as the manager was about to lock the doors and retrieve the full security footage, a calm voice cut through the tension.

“Why waste all that time and money? The answer is already online.”

Juniper had settled back onto the sofa, her legs crossed lazily. She lifted her gaze, a knowing look in her eyes.

Online? Jennie pulled out her phone, confused, and opened her brand’s social media page. She was immediately blinded by a sea of notifications.

What on earth? She personally ran the account and rarely engaged beyond posting official announcements. She tapped into the notifications and found countless tags and mentions from other users.

@Jennie Come see! Yolanda is the one who stained the coat!

[This woman is shameless. She ruined the coat and is trying to blame the staff to avoid paying.]

[I have a screen recording of Yolanda staining the coat. Check my profile!]

[Does anyone have the full livestream?]

[FYI, someone just figured out the livestream account is Yolanda’s alternate account.]

[Oh my god, what a mess. Did she really try to stream Juniper getting kicked out, only to accidentally film herself committing the crime?]

[The commenter above nailed it.]

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Jennie quickly clicked on the user’s profile and found the video. The clip clearly showed Yolanda’s hand slipping, spilling foundation all over the front of the trench coat as the dark liquid spread across the fabric.

“I didn’t mean to,” she pleaded, shaking her head desperately. “I really didn’t mean to.”

“Oh.” Jennie gave her a look of pure disgust. “Whether it was intentional or not is irrelevant. You still have to pay for it.”

She turned to the manager, her expression hard. “Draw up the bill for our customer.”

“Yes.” The manager and the rest of the staff let out a collective sigh of relief. At least they had found the culprit and wouldn’t be held responsible for the astronomical cost.

The manager placed the bill on the table in front of Yolanda. “Ms. Sherwin, will that be card or digital payment?”

Yolanda stared at the seven-figure number, her face turning a deathly shade of white.