?Chapter 22:

She was aware that if he entered the store with her, her status as an MCN Supreme VIP would be revealed.

She was not yet prepared to reveal her true identity to him. Knowing too soon could disrupt her carefullyid ns. Exiting now seemed like the wisest course.

Noticing a sky-blue dress disyed in the window, Chris expressed his reluctance with a hint of disappointment. “Alright, let’s go then.” Together, they left the mall, walking side by side.

Watching them depart, the mall manager breathed a deep sigh of relief. Receiving that unexpected call from his boss — actually Chris — had nearly caused him a panic, fearing he had made a grave error.

It turned out the issue was merely about managing a troublesome situation. Women iming connections to Chris had visited the store. However, Maia was the first to arrive, apanied by Chris, prompting direct instructions from him.

In the bustling environment of Huntington Mall, Maia clutched the free shopping voucher, scarcely believing its authenticity.

But Chris, standing beside her, looked perfectly calm, as if nothing out of the ordinary had urred.

“Mr. Cooper, doesn’t this surprise you at all?” Maia inquired casually. Chris responded with aposed demeanor, “What’s there to be surprised about?”

“Just now, the mall manager appeared out of the blue and resolved a trivial matter by giving away a free voucher. Doesn’t that concern the owner about potential losses?”

A slight smile yed across Chris’ lips.

Earlier, he had positioned himself on a phone call just outside the store, strategically ced to observe the unfolding events inside. From his vantage point, he had keenly watched Maia handle the situation, both impressed and taken aback by her actions.

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Chris considered the consequences for anyone who dared to cross his wife in a mall he owned; simply cklisting and ejecting them seemed quite merciful. Moreover, he thought, why should his wife ever have to pay in a mall that belonged to him? He’d dly offer her anything she desired.

Chris said nonchntly, “Perhaps to the owner, ensuring every customer’s satisfaction is not a minor detail. Moreover, framing someone falsely is no trivial matter.”

Reflecting on Rosanna’s false usations against her four years ago, Maia nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.

Chris continued specting, “Maybe a staff member tipped them off. That would exin why the manager reacted so fast.”

Maia nodded once more, her eyes lingering thoughtfully on Chris.

His demeanor wasposed, his insights precise. He bore little resemnce to the man rumored about in hushed tones. At that moment, Chris faced her directly, his gaze intense yet filled with a gentle warmth.

Maia averted her eyes swiftly, clearing her throat. “It’s no surprise that Huntington Mall has rapidly grown to be among thergest in Wront. The synergy between the owner’s vision and the team’s implementation is remarkable.”

Chris’s eyebrow quirked up at her words, his smile both elegant and rxed. “Indeed, you’ve got that right.”

Stacy and Rosanna found themselves expelled from the mall, left to contend with the cold wind on the roadside.

Stacy, tears streaming down her face, stamped her foot in frustration. “Rosanna, why did you defend Maia just now? You made me look foolish!”

Rosanna returned her gaze sharply. Despite her irritation, she knew that she still needed Stacy for certain schemes, so it was crucial not to sever ties.

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