The female manager at the side looked visibly annoyed—this was Star, for crying out loud. If Mrs. Perry had the right to be here, why the hell wouldn't Star?
But Selina merely lifted her hand, signaling the manager to stay quiet, then turned to Mrs. Perry with a bright, polite smile.
"Mrs. Perry, your house is practically on fire, and you still care whether I belong here?"
"You—" Mrs. Perry gritted her teeth, barely keeping it together. "Wretched thing! Where the hell are Rowan and Logan?! I'm going to give Logan a piece of my mind! What, is the Perry Family starving him? Denying him clothes? How dare he do this to his own family!?"
Selina's expression didn't change. "Mrs. Perry, you still haven't answered my question—those product issues, you said they were Logan's fault?"
"They absolutely were! Those bags—"
"But Logan was never allowed to touch Perry Family business."
