Chapter 466
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Because of Reese’s outburst, two groups of customers who had just entered the store gathered arsored to watch the coilmations ,
As it afraid there wasn’t enough chaos, Reese tomed to the crowd and shouted, “Take a good look, everyone! This is what VEBA is sating? About Al garbage! I wore it once and it tore like this? They actually charged me a hundred grand for this? What kind of crap desigter made thi
Not only was she badmouthing VERA, she was also dragging Caitlin into it.
The onlookers glanced at the tom dress and started murmuring in surprise.
“ Is it really that bad?”
“That rip looks pretty serious. Can VERA’s materials really be that poor?”
“I’ve never had that issue. I’ve always liked VERA. 1 shop here all the time and haven’t had anything like this happen.”
“Which design is it? Isn’t that the classic style they had in the display window ? I’ve been thinking about buying it too. If the quality’s this bad, they forges
it.”
The crowd was clearly swayed, whispering amongst themselves.
“Let me take a look.”
Caitlin, seeing that Reese was clearly stirring up trouble on purpose, walked over and picked up the dress. Just one glance, and she saw through the
trick.
“Miss Nguyen, this dress is not from VERA.”
Standing to the side, Jillian mentally clicked her tongue. Caitlin’s eye for detail was no joke.
“What do you mean it’s not from your store?” Reese scoffed. “Look at this bag! The tag! The receipt! I bought this dress not even an hour ago. And now you’re saying you won’t take responsibility?”
“If the dress were ours, we’d absolutely take responsibility. But if it’s not, we won’t.”
Caitlin held the dress up and continued, “This is a counterfeit. I can tell with one look. Because I’m the designer of VERA. I know every fabric, every
stitch.”
As she revealed her identity, the crowd collectively gasped and their impression of her instantly shifted.
“She’s Caitlin? She’s actually the designer of VERA?”
“Oh my god, she’s incredible!”
“Not only is she stunning, but she’s ridiculously talented. If I were a guy, I’d be chasing her too.”
The bystanders were in awe, now even more curious to see how this would end.
Reese, hearing the flattery around her, rolled her eyes. Were these people hired just to praise Caitlin?
“Who’s to say your store isn’t selling fakes? What if your staff is swapping out real products for counterfeits behind your back?”
Caitlin answered firmly, “That may happen in some places, but not in VERA.”
“And how are you going to prove this dress isn’t from your store?”
Reese tilted her chin, her smirk full of disdain. Her expression screamed arrogance.
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“It can prove this is a counterfeit and not a VERA originat, then Miel Prguyen , for Trying to faturn a take 200 Skasitakiny Bert Tilver compensate is ten times the damages and apologize poldy ly to the stoTÉ.
Caitlin looked her dead in the eyes. “Do you have the guts to accept that deal?”
Reese exchanged a look with Jillian but didn’t respond. Caitlin pressed again, “Or are you afraid you won’t be able to afford
“Why would I be afraid?”
Reese sneered, clearly confident in her wealth. “Fine. I agree. Let’s see how you twist your way out of this.”
Caitlin picked up the counterfeit piece, then asked Ulyana to bring out the same design from their stock for comparison
Once Ulyana returned, Caitlin held both dresses up side by side.
“As you can see, they look similar at first glance, but if you look closely , you’ll notice differences in the fabric.”
She held them out for the customers to feel. “Go ahead. Just touch the material. You’ll see the difference for yourselves.”
The crowd reached out to feel the fabrics. It was subtle, but the real piece was clearly more refined in texture.
“You feel that? That’s what sets our fabric apart. VERA’s textiles are specially commissioned from dedicated suppliers. This counterfeit doesn’t hold a candle to it.”
Reese touched both as well , scoffing, “I can’t tell any difference. You’re just making excuses. Admit the flaw and stop acting clever.”
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Jillian kept her eyes on Caitlin, waiting to see she’d resolve the situation. Was she really as brilliant as everyone claimed?
Caitlin ignored the provocation and went on, “Now, look at the labels. Ours are precisely crafted with clean edges. The counterfeit label has fraying and a much rougher finish.”
Customers nodded. Now that they were looking closely, the differences were apparent.
“So again, this dress is not from our store,” Caitlin concluded.
Reese laughed coldly. “You think just saying all this makes it true? I bought it from your store. My friend Jillian was there. So was your staff-”
She pointed at Ulyana. “That one. She saw me buy it. So how are you saying it’s fake?”
Jillian chimed in, “If there’s any doubt, check the store cameras., Reese really did pay $100,000 for it.”
Caitlin wasn’t foolish. Surveillance footage would only show Reese purchasing a dress– it couldn’t prove the switch happened after she left.
“Yeah! Pull the tapes!” Reese slapped her hand on the counter. Ulyana hesitated, looking to Caitlin, unsure what to do.
Just then, a deep, commanding voice cut through the store.
“No need to check the cameras.”
Everyone turned toward the entrance, drawn by the icy tone.
Caitlin instantly recognized Sebastian’s voice. She turned to see him striding into the store, surrounded by his team like a storm rolling in.
His arrival caused a stir among the crowd, especially the female shoppers.
“It’s Sebastian!”
“Mr. Vanderbilt is really here?”
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“Ife looks even better up closer”
He must be here for Caitlin, right?“.
Jillian instinctively ducked beltind the others. Reese, on the other hand, stiffened as
the
felt his intense aura bearing down on har
Sebastian walked straight to Caitlin and the others, his sharp eyes landing on Reese.
“You’re the one making a scene?”
His gaze was so cold, Reese felt like her face had been sliced open.
Still, she forced herself to respond. “Mr. Vanderbilt, I’m not causing trouble. I bought a fake dress from this store, and I’m just trying to protect my righte as a customer!”
“This one?” Sebastian picked up the torn dress. Reese gave a hesitant nod.
“You really had the nerve to bring a fake into a legit store and pretend it’s ours? ”
“I didn’t fake anything! They sold me a counterfeit!” she insisted.
Sebastian’s voice dropped, his tone lethal. “You’re going to sit here and smear my wife’s brand? Tyler! Bring the evidence.”
Sebastian had arrived–ready to defend his wife with zero tolerance for slander.