“SO, is this how you treat people?” the butler asked the sales assistant, who still looked mortified. “Judging them by how they look from the outside?”
The sales assistant clasped her hands together. “I am really, really sorry. I didn’t know—”
“You didn’t know because instead of asking, you judged him so easily and asked the guards to threw him out.” Wilfred sounded so calm, yet his words cut like a knife. “And I do hope that you know the price you have to pay sooner. I am not letting you off the hook.”
“S-sir, I…”
The sales assistant tried to reach Maximilian’s hands, but he moved away.
“Where is your boss?” Wilfred asked sternly. “We would like a word with the owner.”
A beautiful, sophisticated woman appeared from the door behind the counter and came over.
“Excuse me,” the woman said. “What is going on here?”
Maximilian and Wilfred turned to the woman.
“Are you the owner?” Wilfred asked politely.
“Ah, no. I am the store’s manager. I can escort you to the boss. But first, I want to know what is going on here,” the woman told them.
“Well, your staff here humiliated my young master in front of everyone. We would like to talk to the boss, personally,” Wilfred informed the store manager.
“O-oh… I see.” The store manager scowled at the sales assistant and turned to them again. “I am sorry about that. I will let the boss know about this.”
“It would be good if we can talk with the boss,” said Wilfred.
“Of course, you will. Please wait a moment.” The store manager grasped the sales assistant’s arm and tugged her.
Maximilian heard the two having a heated discussion as they walked away from them.
“Will you forgive that sales assistant, Young Master?” Wilfred asked afterward.
“What do you think, Wilfred? Should I or should I not?” He pocketed his hands and turned in his direction.
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