"Don't worry, there will be proof."
Luis took out his phone, answered a call, and said, "David, did you hear that? It's a pretty petty dispute."
"I'll be there in five minutes. I've already parked."
The person on the phone responded in Spanish, sounding slightly annoyed. Manager Connor was momentarily stunned and instinctively asked, "Who are you calling?"
Luis ignored him. He led Maria, who was biting her lower lip and quietly crying, to the side. Patting her back to comfort her, he said, "Don't cry. Today, I'll make sure he pays you every cent you're owed."
Then he looked up and sneered, "Sometimes authority trumps rules. For flagship stores like yours, formal complaint channels are often too tedious for ordinary people to bother with. But there's always someone who can put you in your place."
"You..."
Manager Connor had a sinking feeling.
Just then, a dark-haired man with sharp brown eyes rushed over furiously. He was impeccably dressed, yet cursing, "¡JODER…!"
