Chloe Yeats looked up the couple's payment information on the computer.
As Finn Taylor handed a piece of paper over, she intuitively reached out of it. However, the contents of the paper shocked her. It was a receipt—one from her company.
"10,000? Mr. Taylor, don't you think you're being very shameless by getting clothes from me before asking me for a reimbursement?"
"Sigh, it's up to you whether you reimburse us or not."
Chloe Yeats's head throbbed, but there was nothing she could do. "Fine, I'll reimburse you. Will that do?"
She was about to transfer the money to the man when he cut in. "Hold on. I have something to show you."
He then took out the valuation certificate. "The outfit is worth 20,000. Why don't you transfer me 20,000?"
"I…" Chloe Yeats was at an utter loss for words. 'This man is hopeless…'
