Chapter 756

Chapter 756:

Blaine’s friendly demeanor faltered slightly, frustration creeping into his expression. This manager was proving tougher than he’d anticipated.

Just as he opened his mouth to argue, the manager discreetly glanced toward two tall security guards stationed nearby. Immediately sensing her signal, the guards approached silently, positioning themselves imposingly beside Blaine and Tina. Their silent presence made the message unmistakable.

With a cool and dismissive tone, the manager said, “Sir, madam, it’s best if you leave now.”

Blaine clenched his jaw, muttering an irritated curse under his breath. Clearly, he wouldn’t get anywhere here.

Grabbing Tina’s arm, who was still visibly stunned, he turned abruptly to leave. Lingering any further would only be a waste of time.

The manager watched warily as the two hurriedly left, a faint crease appearing on her forehead. Something about their inquiry felt off.

With a dismissive shake of her head, she turned and entered the employees’ lounge.

Outside, the street buzzed with afternoon activity as Blaine and Tina made their way briskly toward their parked car, frustration etched clearly on their faces.

“What now, Mr. Castro?” Tina asked anxiously, on the brink of tears. “Without that customer’s information, how can we prove Sadie’s innocence?”

Blaine exhaled sharply, struggling to maintain a calm facade. The direct approach had clearly failed, and sneaking in unnoticed was practically impossible given the store’s tight security.

They needed a different plan—and quickly.

Meanwhile, inside the employees’ lounge, the manager bowed slightly toward a man seated quietly, his expression unreadable, dressed impeccably in a black suit.

“Mr. Ashton, they’ve already left,” she reported respectfully.

Jack, Noah’s assistant, acknowledged her with a slight nod before casually pulling a bank card from his jacket pocket and placing it deliberately onto the nearby table.

“You understand clearly what you should—and should not—say, correct?” His voice was calm yet chilling, filled with subtle menace.

ga𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.k𝗈n – 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝗼𝗻

Immediately understanding the card’s implications—both as compensation for her silence and a stern warning—the manager quickly nodded in compliance.

“Absolutely clear, Mr. Ashton. Don’t worry, it’s handled.”

Without another word, Jack stood, quietly exiting the lounge.

Stepping outside into a quiet corner away from prying eyes, he swiftly took out his phone, dialing a number he knew by heart. The call connected almost instantly.

“Mr. Noel,” he greeted calmly.

On the other end, Noah’s voice was steady and cool. “Speak.”

Jack reported succinctly, without hesitation, “Blaine Castro visited the boutique today. Clearly, he’s looking into the handbag.”

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