Chapter 234: Chapter 233: 233: Goodbye Clara Adams_1

Clara Adams was still in her professional suit, though now the skirt was replaced with trousers, her petite chest thrust forward slightly as she intentionally leaned in toward Greg Jensen.

Her name tag hung there with her name, Clara Adams, and the words “Store Manager” on it.

Greg laughed and said, “Got a promotion? Congratulations!”

“Thank you, Mr. Jensen!”

Clara smiled shyly with a touch of red on her face, saying, “The reason I was able to get promoted is largely thanks to Mr. Jensen’s support.”

“Uh, how did it become related to me?”

“Lucky for me, you often shop here, which is why I got the promotion.”

Greg chuckled heartily and replied, “Isn’t that because you provide good service and because you’re pretty?”

Clara’s big eyes blinked rapidly as she looked at Greg in surprise, “Really? Mr. Jensen thinks I’m pretty?”

Greg smiled and said, “Yeah, Clara is definitely pretty, such a pure and simple young lady, who wouldn’t like her?”

“Thanks for the compliment.”

Clara blushed even more.

Greg teased, “Aren’t you going to invite me in? Or did you plan to do business with me right here?”

“Ah, I forgot, I’m sorry, please come inside.”

Clara hurriedly led Greg to a sofa nearby and asked him to sit down, then asked, “Mr. Jensen, what would you like to purchase this time?”

“I am not looking for high-quality material this time; bean-type will do, I don’t mind a lot of cotton.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Greg pondered and said, “Only two requirements, first, the material has to be a bit bigger, too small and it’s no good.

Second, absolutely no big cracks, or else the piece is ruined.”

“Bean-type, huh? Our store doesn’t have many of this quality, I’ll help you check in the back storage room.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“You are too polite.”

Clara smiled, called a shop assistant over to make tea for Greg, while she herself headed toward the back storeroom.

After a little while, she came back struggling with a small bag of material.

“Wow, so much?” Greg exclaimed in surprise.

Clara somewhat embarrassedly said, “Bean-type material hardly sells here, it’s practically unsellable, only some gamblers who do stone-betting leave it behind.

Take a look and see what you can use, just paying the cost price would be fine.”

“Okay.”

Greg smiled, opened the bag, and indeed found that, as Clara had said, most of the material was waste, but some belonged to bean-type.

He picked out thirty to forty pieces, then asked Clara for a bag to pack them, and said with a smile:

“Clara, you calculate how much it is.”

Clara used the calculator for a moment, then said, “Two thousand one hundred eighty, just give me two thousand, that’s fine.”

“So cheap?” Greg said, surprised.

Clara smiled and said, “These are just waste, not worth much. I’ll write you the invoice, just one moment.”

“All right.”

After a while, Clara had finished making the invoice and came over.

Greg paid quickly and was about to leave when a person suddenly walked in through the door, and it was none other than the young owner of Treasure Mansion, Nathan Humphrey.

“Yo, Clara, made another sale?”

Nathan’s eyes seemed only to see Clara, all smiles with affection in his gaze, not even noticing Greg standing beside her.

But Clara revealed a formulaic smile and said, “Yeah, I just sold off the scrap material piled up in our storeroom.”

Nathan Humphrey laughed heartily upon hearing this, his surprise evident as he said, “Clara, you’re really impressive. Those scraps have been such a headache, and now you’ve finally sold them.

You’ve truly relieved me of a great concern. Tell me, how would you like me to reward you?”

While speaking, he unexpectedly grabbed Clara Adams’s delicate, pale hand and gently caressed it.

Clara’s face flushed red; she glanced instinctively at Greg Jensen, quickly withdrew her hand, and said in a low voice, “Mr. Humphrey, perhaps you should look over the accounts instead, I still have customers to attend to.”

“Of course.”

Nathan Humphrey didn’t take offense and cheerfully responded with a sentence. Then, turning his head inadvertently, he was immediately taken aback, his brows furrowing as he asked, “Greg? What are you doing here?”

“If your eyes aren’t blind, you should be able to see that I’m here to shop.”

Greg had no good impression of him and didn’t even bother with pleasantries, giving a cold snort as he prepared to leave.

Nathan’s expression darkened as he snapped, “Hold on, who said you could go? Have you paid for the stuff you’re taking?”

Clara hastily explained, “Mr. Humphrey, Mr. Jensen has already paid.”

“Mr. Jensen? You know each other?”

“Yes, Mr. Jensen is that big client from Riverhaven County who has bought quite a lot of our high-grade Jade.”

A trace of jealousy flickered across Nathan’s face as he glanced at the bag in Greg’s hand. Frowning, he asked, “How much did these things sell for?”

Clara responded, “The total price was two thousand one hundred and eighty, but since he’s a regular customer, and he’s buying scraps, I gave him a discount of one hundred and eighty.”

“One hundred and eighty? That’s practically five percent.”

Nathan said sternly, “No, that’s too much of a discount. You need to add money or I’m not selling!”

Greg’s brow immediately furrowed; he knew Nathan was just picking a fight with him out of spite.

Clara’s expression also darkened slightly as she said, “Mr. Humphrey, the owner’s wife said that the store manager has complete control over product management.

Even as a company executive, you cannot interfere with specific business operations.”

“Clara Adams, are you rebelling? Don’t forget who promoted you and brought you to the city!”

Nathan’s expression was very grim. During his inspection of the Riverhaven County store, he noticed Clara’s beauty and her outstanding performance, so he decided to bring her to the city.

He had thought that being near water would get him the moon first, only to find that Clara didn’t pay him any attention at all.

What bothered him even more was the hint of admiration he saw in her eyes, which ignited the flames of jealousy in his heart.

Normally, Greg shopping at their store wasn’t something he would target, because customers deserve respect, but after seeing Clara’s expression, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“You’re just a store manager and you dare to defy my orders? Do you not want your job anymore?”

Ever since Greg helped Clara fend off her stepfather, it seemed that she had grown quite a bit. She no longer spoke and acted as meekly as before, but rather, she was much more assertive.

Even when faced with the questioning of the young master, she stated firmly, “I’m sorry, Mr. Humphrey, you do not have the right to interfere with the management details of the store.

If you continue like this, I’ll have to call the owner’s wife.”

Hearing her repeatedly mention the owner’s wife made Nathan even angrier as he retorted, “Don’t use my mother to pressure me, she’s not here, is she?

Today, I’m in charge, and I’m not selling these scraps to him!”

In the midst of this, a young woman walked in.

The woman had a well-proportioned figure, with curves in all the right places, and appeared to be in her twenties.

But to Greg’s discerning eye, this woman was probably around thirty-four years old.

“Little Nathan, are you causing trouble again?”

Upon seeing the person, Nathan immediately became obedient, stammering, “Mom, no, I wasn’t, I was just arguing with them because they sold the goods too cheaply.”

Greg, overhearing this, could not help but raise his eyebrows in surprise.

This woman, in her early thirties, was Nathan’s mother?

The woman glanced at her son, then turned to Clara and asked, “Clara, what’s the situation here?”