Amber didn't struggle under their grip. Instead, she turned to the attendants in annoyance.
"What do you think you're doing?"
One of them immediately sneered. "Making certain you don't leave this store with the clothing under your shirt!"
Amber's eyes instantly dimmed and her brows furrowed slightly, "Does that mean you saw me hide something under my shirt?"
At that question, the attendants subconsciously glanced at Greta.
They didn't know for certain, but they trusted this longtime customer.
Not only did she always buy clothes from them, she never purchased less than a dozen at once. To top it off, she tipped generously and never paid in installments.
A trustworthy customer like her wouldn't just make a baseless accusation.
And Amber? She was the perfect profile of someone who would steal.
Even though they'd been taught not to judge based on their customers' appearance, Amber's appearance was too glaring to ignore.
