Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Have You Ever Drunk Urine?
Jacobs frowned, this barrel of drinking water was just replaced yesterday, Mrs. Joyner drank it yesterday too, she didn’t mention anything about the water tasting bad, so why say this suddenly today, what’s the meaning?
She’s just looking for trouble.
"How do you know the water tastes worse than piss? Have you drunk piss?"
Ian Keane dismantled the Luban lock in his hand and said coldly to Mrs. Joyner.
Ivana Monroe was suddenly startled, Mrs. Joyner was deliberately picking a fight, she could see that, but at this moment, "Timmy" fighting back wasn’t a wise move.
Jacobs was stunned for a moment; why did it feel like "Timmy Monroe" had nailed it with that retort? Mrs. Joyner hadn’t drunk piss, how dare she compare drinking water to piss?
"Young man, do you have any manners at all? Why so rude?"
Mrs. Joyner really wanted to pour all the remaining water from the paper cup in her hand onto Ian Keane’s face, but she held back, arguing with a cheeky child would only make her seem petty.
"Compared to you, I’m far behind."
Ian Keane raised his cold little face, and the moment Mrs. Joyner saw his face clearly, she was shocked. The boy had a stern demeanor, completely unlike what a child of his age should have. His gaze was chilling and intimidating; Mrs. Joyner felt a chill and was a bit afraid to look him in the eye.
Moreover, most importantly, this little boy seemed familiar, like a replica of a big shot.
Jacobs pursed his lips, holding back laughter. Ivana’s son was so articulate! His retaliation was so impressive and satisfying.
Jacobs felt gratified and thrilled; if it weren’t for Mrs. Joyner’s presence, he would have given Ian Keane a big thumbs up.
"Hmph, I won’t stoop to the level of a kid like you." Mrs. Joyner was shrewd; she couldn’t figure out whose child this boy was. After all, those who custom-ordered clothes from GK often belonged to the upper class.
She came to GK for compensation and had no need to offend others.
Mrs. Joyner took a receipt out of her LV bag and slapped it onto the transparent glass coffee table: "When I came last time, I had already handed over the clothes with quality issues to Jacobs. Here’s the receipt. I demand ten times the compensation at the unit price, not a penny less."
Ivana Monroe walked to the coffee table, bent down, picked up the receipt, and looked at it. Mrs. Joyner had ordered two pieces of the same summer outfit, totaling seven thousand, with a unit price of three thousand five hundred each.
Ten times compensation would be thirty-five thousand.
"Mrs. Joyner ordered two pieces of the same style, you must really like this summer outfit?" Ivana smiled slightly.
"Nonsense, who would order two if they didn’t like it? Who knew your quality was this trashy, it’s a waste of my emotions, I will never order your GK products again."
"I’m afraid even if Mrs. Joyner wants to custom order GK clothes in the future, no amount of money will get the job done."
"What do you mean? Refusing service? Is this an insult to my face, calling me in just to show me who’s boss?"
Mrs. Joyner’s face grew long, anger causing her chest to heave, and she clenched her fingers, wanting to slap Ivana Monroe.
A customer is god, and Ivana dare refuse god? She’s courting death.
"Mrs. Joyner misunderstands, GK’s original intention is not about custom orders, but to create the top fashion brand in Ravenswood." This is Ivana’s dream, and also her mother’s dream.
Mrs. Joyner laughed heartily, bending forward and backward: "Did I hear wrong? Are you Ivana? Are you kidding me? GK is on the brink of bankruptcy, and you’re still dreaming? This is killing me."
Ivana Monroe’s gaze suddenly fell on Mrs. Joyner: "How do you know GK is about to go bankrupt?"
Mrs. Joyner’s smile froze on her face, her eyes flashed with guilt, pretending to be calm she said: "With quality like this, it’s hard for GK not to go bankrupt."
Ivana switched gears and suddenly said: "Since Mrs. Joyner already guessed that GK is about to go bankrupt, where’s the confidence to extort a huge sum of money before GK closes down?"
Mrs. Joyner slapped the coffee table: "Ivana, don’t falsely accuse me, who extorted you? Thirty-five thousand is a huge sum? To me, it’s just the price of this LV bag."
Mrs. Joyner took off the LV bag from her shoulder, threw it onto the coffee table, and glared at Ivana with a face full of anger.
Ivana glanced at the LV bag on the coffee table, and sneered: "A high-quality counterfeit LV from two years ago, Mrs. Joyner thinks it’s worth thirty-five thousand? I even think the change from thirty-five thousand is too expensive."
Mrs. Joyner suddenly stood up, eyes staring menacingly at Ivana: "What did you say? Ivana, dare you say it again? My authentic LV bag is a counterfeit?"
Ivana was not afraid of Mrs. Joyner, she smiled and said: "Don’t believe me? I can accompany Mrs. Joyner to the LV store in Ravenswood, they can help you submit the bag for testing at their company, I’ll pay for the testing fee. If it turns out Mrs. Joyner’s LV is genuine, I’ll pay you ten times the price as an apology for my misjudgment."
"If it’s a counterfeit, then Mrs. Joyner’s ten times compensation demand from GK can be dismissed, dare you go with me?"
A bag worth thirty-five thousand, with ten times compensation, making it three hundred fifty thousand.
But instead of showing happiness, Mrs. Joyner’s face immediately turned gloomy.
Because this LV bag was not bought by her, but a gift from someone who claimed it was last year’s hot item.
Mrs. Joyner felt utterly embarrassed; if they went to the LV store and it was found to be counterfeit, it would be even more humiliating.
Damn Michelle Monroe, she’s going to hold her accountable.
Mrs. Joyner, face dark, grabbed her bag and left Ivana’s office in anger without taking the clothing receipt.
Jacobs was utterly confused, what’s going on?
Wasn’t this about discussing compensation for the clothes? How did Mrs. Joyner rush out after just a few words from Ivana?
"That LV bag was likely gifted to her, she didn’t know, so now she’s urgently seeking out that person to settle the score!" Ivana explained to clear Jacobs’ confusion.
"But... but can’t she wait to do that later? Why rush now?"
"Because someone used a fake bag to bribe her to mess with GK." Ian Keane coldly spoke, rolling his eyes at Jacobs; such a simple matter he couldn’t comprehend.
I don’t understand how Ivana’s company found such a dull employee?
Jacobs was suddenly enlightened, staring at Ian Keane in shock: "Timmy, are you really just a six-year-old kid? Your intelligence is way too high."
Even higher than his uncle’s.
Ian Keane couldn’t be bothered with Jacobs.
Ivana had guessed this morning that Mrs. Joyner’s motives were impure, but she didn’t expect an accidental slip to expose Mrs. Joyner’s counterfeit bag.
Ivana waited awhile, then said to Jacobs: "Now call Mrs. Joyner and ask her to come back to discuss the compensation issue."
Jacobs responded quickly this time, immediately understanding Ivana’s intention, took out his phone, and dialed Mrs. Joyner’s number.