Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3503

Beside Erin stood a beautiful woman in a slinky slip dress, trying to de-escalate the situation. "Ms. Zane, if this lady compensates you for the original price, I'll comp all your drinks tonight. Please, just do me a favor and let this slide."

Marina walked up to Erin's side. "What's going on?"

Erin frowned in relief when she saw Marina. "I splashed some hand soap on her dress while washing my hands. She claims it's pure silk and can't touch soap, so now she's demanding ten times the price!"

The woman in the slip dress—clearly a manager at the Midnight Bar—was still trying to speak up for Erin.

Natasha Zane scoffed. "Manager Monet, I know you're Mr. Foster's girl, but I'm sorry. I don't care who asks, I'm not giving anyone face tonight. She's paying me ten times the price!"

Marina froze slightly at Natasha's words and looked closely at the manager. It was Giselle Monet.

Giselle wore a pink, diamond-studded gown that hugged her stunning curves. She oozed effortless charm and kept a polite smile. "This has nothing to do with Mr. Foster. We just need to be reasonable."

Natasha's face darkened. "Are you saying I'm being unreasonable?"

"If you took this young lady to court," Giselle said softly, "the judge would order her to pay the original retail price. The law is fair, after all."

"Exactly!" Erin snapped. "I'll pay the original price, tops. Go ahead and sue me if you want, but you're out of your mind if you think you can extort me!"

Natasha turned purple with rage. "You just wait! Nobody is leaving here until I get my money!"

She whipped out her phone and made a call. "Tim, come out here! I'm getting bullied!"

After hearing the response, Natasha smirked triumphantly. "Hurry up!"

The man she called was already at the club. Less than three minutes later, he swaggered over, looking thoroughly annoyed. "Who's messing with my Natasha?"

Natasha practically threw herself at the man, showing off the stain on her dress. "It's brand new and completely ruined by hand soap!"

"Whoever ruined it, pay up!" The man, Tim Dawson, wore a garish floral shirt, his hair slicked back. He sounded incredibly cocky.

"Pay what exactly?"

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