"I want the woman named Lana kicked out of the store," he ordered coldly.
On the other end was Mike, the owner of the Perfume brand. Mike paused, surprise flickering through his voice. "Garrison, isn't she..." your sister?
"Do it," Garrison interrupted. "Now."
Nike hesitated. He already knew Lana's identity, and the order felt strange.
However, moments later, updated information reached him through his own channels. After a brief silence, he sighed.
"If that's the case, I understand."
The call ended.
Garrison looked toward Lana's direction with a faint, satisfied smile. 'You're done for this time,' he thought confidently.
Meanwhile, Lana was strolling through the store when she felt a sharp gaze settle on her back. She smiled inwardly. 'Some people really don't know how to hide their intentions.'
Thanks to her heightened senses, she didn't need to eavesdrop deliberately.
