The words of the glamorous woman next to the old man dealt another heavy blow to her.
She forced a smile and quickly made her way over, bowing and apologizing profusely.
"I'm sorry, I was feeling a bit unwell just now. I didn't mean to neglect you."
"Of course she's blaming you. You drove away her big spender, so she probably hates your guts right now," chimed in Manager Yun from the neighboring LV store at just the right moment.
The atmosphere suddenly became very awkward.
See? Business warfare is just that simple and unadorned.
"What does she mean by that?" The old man's face darkened. How could just spending some money get him hated?
In her mind, the Prada manager cursed Manager Yun's ancestors back eighteen generations.
Then she rushed to explain, "Don't listen to her nonsense. It's not like that."
"Her store and ours are long-standing competitors. You can't trust a word she says."
