Thea was so anxious she almost burst into tears, but James looked completely unbothered.

He had hit Zach and knocked over a few clothes racks. Even the manager had arrived.

The manager of the boutique was a woman in her thirties. She was pretty with an oval face and black hair, wearing a sexy professional dress.

“M-Mr. Smith.”

Seeing Zach, she bowed respectfully.

Zach, who was waiting for Samson at the lounge, glanced at the manager. His eyes lit up when he saw how pretty she was. However, she could not hold a candle to Thea, who was sitting opposite him. He lost interest in the manager at once. Mildly, he said, “Do you know me?”

“Yes. I saw you from afar at a banquet once.” The manager, Miranda Larson, said respectfully.

Zach nodded lightly. Looking at an anxious Thea seated opposite him, he asked Miranda, “How much are the damaged clothes worth? Get him to compensate you.”

“Mr. Smith, I’ve made the calculations. He dirtied eighteen clothes in total. All of them are worth more