"I really didn't mean to..." Alesha Hanson quickly bowed in apology.
"Forget it, Andrew, come with me to change, take down her name, have her compensate at cost, no need to make things difficult." The woman known as Jasmine said softly, seeming to be sympathetic to others' mistakes, but in reality, she had no intention of letting things go lightly.
Compensate at cost!
Such clothes, with Alesha Hanson's salary, even if she worked for dozens of years, she could never afford one.
Alesha Hanson's face turned pale all of a sudden: "I'll clean it for you..."
"Clean? Do you expect our Jasmine to wear wrinkled clothes you've washed? Which company are you from? Call your person in charge. You're a hotel worker, right?" The other party had no idea of Alesha Hanson's identity, of course it made sense to ask for the person in charge in such a situation.
