Maria Carter waited under the shade of a tree at the preschool entrance until midday, when the driver brought the lunch box.
Maria was about to deliver the lunch to Little Eve when her phone suddenly rang urgently.
She quickly answered, and the assistant on the other end sounded like they were about to cry: "Maria! It's terrible! The high-fashion gown we delivered to Stellaron Entertainment yesterday has a problem. The inner seam of the skirt's lining has burst, and it tore the client's silk shawl! The client demands we compensate ten times the deposit, or they'll expose us to the media, saying we 'use defective products to fool clients'!"
"What?" Maria's voice suddenly rose.
She had personally overseen that couture gown order for half a month, checking it three times before delivery. How could such an incident happen?
Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her rising panic and asked, "What exactly went wrong? Are there any photos from the scene?"
