Chapter 600

Everyone was discussing among themselves.

“I didn’t expect Mrs. Miller to be so kind to a fault. Should offending janitors be released without

punishment just because they’re from marginalized groups?”

“If I go out and hit a Rolls-Royce tomorrow, I’ll just say that I’m poor so that I can be let off the hook. Is

this how things work now?”

“If Mrs. Miller is so rich, she can just pay the measly 500 thousand for him. She doesn’t have to trouble

a minor celebrity with her superior sense of morals.”

“I know, right? When they were on the stage just now, I thought that she and Mr. Miller were a perfect

match. But now, it looks like she’s not that special at all. Money doesn’t grow on trees even for us

celebrities.”

“The dress was difficult to borrow, and now, it’s ruined because of the water. Compensating for it is one

thing, but she’ll also be blacklisted after ruining it. The loss isn’t something that can be solved through

words alone.”

“Even a million dollars isn’t enough to compensate, let alone 500 thousand. Mara was quite kind to

have asked for that sum.”

Hearing the discussion, the janitor spoke urgently, “Miss, please don’t concern yourself with me. I’ll just

pay for the compensation.”

Mara Hudson was even more arrogant now.

“You hear that? I won’t blame you for not knowing the value of things, but there’s a limit to how kind you

can be. If you’re not paying for him, you should shut up.”

Olivia smiled. “Sure. I can pay 50 dollars for the cleaning fee.”

“Goodness, is Mr. Miller going bankrupt? Why is his wife so stingy? She refuses to pay even a measly

500 thousand dollars.”

“Does Mr. Miller know how stingy she is? I wonder what he likes about her.”

Olivia said leisurely, “Calm down, everyone. If this dress is the real deal, I can pay five million dollars

for it, let alone 500 thousand dollars. But the point is, this is a counterfeit product.

“500 thousand dollars is enough for someone to work a lifetime for. Why should the janitor pay that sum

of money for no good reason?”

“A counterfeit? That can’t be, right? The feel of the fabric indicates that it’s from a major brand.”

“I can only say that it’s a good counterfeit product, but at the end of the day, it’s still a fake.”

Seeing her insistence, Mara was even madder now. “What do you know about these things? What

proof do you have to say that my dress is a counterfeit product?”

Placing her hands behind her back, Olivia said calmly, “Proof? The proof is that the real dress is in my

house right now. This dress is the only one of its kind. How could there be another dress in existence?”

As soon as Olivia said that, the gossiping crowd suddenly fell silent.

They could suspect anyone else, but Olivia was Mrs. Miller, after all.

Ethan could move an entire mall for her as long as she wanted it, let alone buy her an expensive dress.

Their opinions changed in an instant.

They realized that they had insulted the wrong person.

No one would expect a celebrity to threaten someone with a counterfeit product in public. After all, as

soon as she was exposed, she would be done for.

As soon as Mara heard that, she panicked. She had used the same tactic to earn quite a lot in a short

amount of time.

She specifically chose common laborers who were poor and without status. They wouldn’t know much

about brands, and even if they were at a disadvantage, they wouldn’t dare to expose her.

She had repeated the same tactic today, but she didn’t expect to run into trouble.

Things were getting out of hand. Mara didn’t want this incident to spell the end of her entertainment

career.

At her wit’s end, she insisted that her dress was the real deal.

“Who do you think you are? Do you know how difficult it is to buy dresses made by Niko? You don’t

know what you’re talking

about!”

A cold voice rang out from among the crowd. “She’s my wife, and I was the one who bought the dress

for her. Do you have a problem with that?”

The crowd stepped aside to clear a path. Ethan appeared with a dark look on his face.

Mara didn’t know Olivia. But she had seen this man who often appeared in the financial and economic

section. “Y-You’re… Mr. Miller?”