Web Fic
Chapter 167
Chapter: 168
Not in the mood for his endless witty banter, Debbie didn’t say a word in return. Anyway, how was she supposed to respond to that?
Just as they were about to enter the elevator, they noticed a commotion in front of a shop. Intuitively, they both stopped and turned to see what was happening in the clamoring crowd.
A young couple were seen arguing with a cleaning lady, who was in tears.
The argument must have been going on for a while, but what irritated
Debbie was that no one had cared enough to intervene.
“Let me check what’s up with the group. I’LL catch up with you later if you don’t mind.” She let go of his hand, and headed towards the ruckus.
As she approached, their voices became clearer.
“I’m very sorry. I didn’t do it intentionally.” The cleaning lady kept apologizing, weeping.
“What’s going on here?” Debbie asked, standing in front of the young couple with her hands in the pockets of her coat.
The young man looked at her curtly and demanded, “Who the hell are you?” C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.
“It doesn’t matter who I am. Just tell me what this is about,” she replied nonchalantly.
The cleaning Lady sobbed, “Miss, I accidentally dirtied his shoes with a wet mop while I was cleaning.”
“Dirtied? Look at what you did. My shoes are all wet. What if they start peeling? Can you even afford the compensation?” | the young man demanded angrily.
Hearing compensation mentioned, the cleaning lady took two steps backward with fear and apologized again.
“I’m sorry, son. I didn’t see you. I’ll…I’LL wipe them clean for you right now.”
The young man snorted contemptuously, “Wipe? Are you deaf? You soaked my shoes and ruined the leather. What’s the point of wiping?”
Debbie stepped in front of the cleaning lady protectively and raised her head to face the young man.
“She already apologized, but you still think it’s not enough. What do you want?”
“What do I want? What do you think? Since my shoes are ruined, I have to get new ones. She should pay for them of course.” “How much are your shoes?” Debbie asked with a sneer.
“Eight hundred and thirty dollar: the young man answered proudly with his nose in the air as if it were such a moment of glory to flaunt the price.
“I’m not leaving this place without the amount.”
He glanced sideways at the cleaning lady, expecting to see her scared face. Indeed, the cleaning lady got flustered at the price.
But Debbie was amused by the stupid Look on the young man’s face.
“I’IL pay for her,” she declared.
Shocked by what Debbie had said, the cleaning lady pulled her sleeve and said, “Miss, you don’t have anything to do with this. I can’t let you do this.”