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Chapter 1812

Chapter 1812

Sean was thrown for a loop. What on earth was going on here?

Steward was equally baffled. Did Ms. Bella have another identity? She seemed to have quite the

reputation.

"President Arabella? Is that really you?" The store manager rushed over, beaming from ear to ear, and

immediately led the staff in a respectful bow. "Good afternoon, President Arabella!"

"No need for such formalities, I'm just passing by to take a look. Carry on with your work," she said with

a dismissive wave.

Sean, still in a daze, turned to Romeo who let slip, "Bella is the founder of QY, Queen Abby."

Not just Sean, but Steward too was taken aback.

Queen Abby.

A titan in the design world.

Ms. Bella had so many identities?

This was just too impressive.

"President Arabella, you wouldn't believe how business has picked up with the holidays around the

corner!"

The manager shooed the other employees away and followed closely beside Arabella, gushing with

pride, "Everyone says you're a natural, a real wizard of design. We're all thrilled to hear it."

"Really? I might have to hear more about that. Why don't you take them to the men's section? I'll

browse around by myself," Arabella said, treating her subordinates with a kindness that was more akin

to friendship.

"Right away," the manager said and turned to Sean and Romeo with respect. "Mr. Collins, Mr.

McMillian, please come with me, the men's section is this way."

"Alright, Bella, don't forget to come by later," Sean reminded her.

"Sure thing."

Once they were gone, Arabella strolled through the store solo.

Every customer had a one-on-one service, and Arabella listened to the staff meticulously explain the

clothing, including the fabric, style, how to wear it, and the appropriate occasions, all of which were

spot on.

"I love the service attitude here at QY, not like some of those high-end brands where the salesladies

look down their noses at you, acting like they own the place."

"Exactly, I can't stand their pretentiousness."

"Queen Abby's designs are truly amazing." A well-to-do lady praised sincerely, "They're way better than

those designer haute couture pieces. Whenever I have a big event, I like to come to QY in advance to

pick something out. I'm sure to find something satisfying."

"The best part is QY's after-sales service, it's impeccable. Last time, my maid ruined one of my dresses

in the washing machine, and two pearls fell off. You guys didn't hesitate to take it back to HQ, fixed it

the same day, and even delivered it to my house. You insisted that it was QY's quality assurance, and

even gave me a 30% off coupon."

Getting a 30% discount on QY clothing, that was a stroke of luck.

Arabella listened to the customers' praises, her gaze softening. It seemed that whether pre-sale or

post-sale, they were doing a fine job.

Just then, a petulant voice snatched a cocktail dress from Arabella's hands.

"This one's perfect. It's so me!"

It was a young girl with a trendy inverted bob, looking to be around Arabella's age, spoiled and

fearless, with a tone dripping with entitlement.

She was clinging to the arm of a trendy guy with a rebellious charm, who looked every bit the playboy.