Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Chapter 1915

Persephone stood in stunned silence as the voice echoed. A tall figure approached, his broad shoulders reaching

out to grab her.

Unintentionally, her gaze caught two shadows on the wall, merging into one, and she blushed.

Morpheus swiftly took the credit card from her hand, slamming it onto the counter. "What are you buying?" he

asked.

Caught off guard, she stammered, "N-Nothing..."

"Buy anything you'd like," he commanded, his voice gentle despite his fierce appearance. "I have money. Let's see

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who dares to look down on you here!"

A tickling sensation warmed Persephone's heart, an odd but pleasant feeling.

Seeing that Morpheus was so muscular and fierce he could totally play a bandit in a movie, the shop assistant dared

not offend him, even though she looked down on him.

"Alright, sir." She smiled, packing the items Persephone had chosen. "I'll ring up the bill."

Morpheus remained silent, coldly staring.

After paying, Persephone held his arm and playfully said, "Morpheus, she said I couldn't afford their stuff!"

Morpheus looked blank, trying to comprehend her intentions. After paying for her, shouldn't he have claimed justice

on her behalf? The shop assistant had been polite, so what more did she want?

But she held his arm.

Suppressing a smile, he remained composed. "Oh," he said, unfazed. "What do you want?"

She smirked. "I don't want them! Get me a refund!"

The shop assistant was dumbstruck. Although the store's inventory was not extensive, Persephone demonstrated

shrewdness in selecting the pricier items. The cumulative cost amounted to a significant figure.

A commission would be earned based on the total bill.

Furthermore, hardly anyone sought refunds for this particular brand. Customers willingly paid a premium for the

exceptional quality and customer service it offered. It was a prominent A-list brand.

However, if a refund were requested, she wouldn't just lose her commission...

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Her superior would investigate the incident thoroughly, probing into the reasons behind the customer's refund

request. Wouldn't they eventually uncover the altercation she had with the customer? Her job would be jeopardized

at that point!

"No!" The shop assistant grasped the severity of the situation. "Sir, ma'am, it's my fault. Can you not—"

"No!" Persephone stood tall, radiating even more majesty than before.

Morpheus' presence bolstered her fearless demeanor.

"I initially wanted these items, but I no longer desire them! I demand a refund! Is the consumer not entitled to that?

Or does the brand enforce a ludicrous no-refund policy?"

"I—"