The Billionaire's Maid Bride novel Chapter 725

One sunny afternoon, Miranda and her close-knit crew of girlfriends decided to hit the mall for a bit of retail therapy. One of her friends was on a mission to find the perfect piece of jewelry for her mother-in-law, and Miranda, always the supportive sidekick, tagged along. Their destination? The prestigious Lindberg Corporation’s shopping emporium.

After wandering through the gleaming corridors, they eventually found themselves in a Lindberg-owned jewelry store, sparkling with promise.

While Miranda's friend busied herself selecting gems, a sudden recollection struck Miranda. She quickly pulled out her smartphone and confirmed her hunch—they were indeed on Roxbury Road.

Her gaze fell on the sales associate, and with a touch of curiosity, she asked, "Excuse me, where's your manager?"

The sales associate, sensing a hint of urgency and unsure of what prompted this request, replied nervously, "Ma'am, is there anything wrong?"

Miranda let out a soft chuckle, "Oh honey, don't tell me you don't recognize the owner of your own company. Now, be a dear and fetch your manager for me, would you?"

The manager swiftly made her appearance.

One look at Miranda, and recognition dawned on her face. "Miranda, if you're looking for something new, just let me know. I'll have it delivered straight to your residence."

It was no secret that Miranda's companions were the elite ladies of Northfield, and the manager dared not show any hint of negligence, promptly instructing the sales associates to attend to them.

However, something else was on Miranda's mind, a matter her friend Kamilla had confided in her. "Have you always been the manager here?" Miranda asked.

The manager nodded affirmatively, "Yes, I have."

She was a woman in her early thirties. Not particularly old, she had been at the helm of this establishment for two years now.

Miranda encouraged her, "Just speak freely, no need to hold back."

"Yes."

"Ms. Flanagan had her eye on a set of pink mother-of-pearl and crystal jewelry that Miss Lin had ordered. It was an expensive set, designed by a master, priced around $30,000. It was supposed to be for Miss Lin that day, but Ms. Flanagan insisted on having it. She threatened me, saying that if I didn't comply, she'd make sure I couldn't continue working here, that she could fire me on the spot. She claimed she was the future Mrs. Lindberg and that dismissing a sales associate would be easy for her. But Miss Lin is a regular here, and the jewelry was meant for her birthday party. I had no choice but to give in to Ms. Flanagan. We compensated Miss Lin with a different set at a discount and threw in a bracelet to smooth things over." The manager expressed her difficulty, "This isn't the first time we've dealt with such a situation."

"Even when dealing with influential patrons, we usually respect the principle of first-come, first-served. We've managed to resolve similar issues in the past, as the socialites and heiresses can be reasonable. But Ms. Flanagan was too domineering. She wanted it, and that was that..."

As Miranda listened, her frown deepened. Penelope had indeed been a disappointment, just as Kamilla had said.