âDude. Heâs saying that heâll consider buying it only if itâs six million. Otherwise, heâs off to bedâ
âSay what? Six million?â Attlee was almost jumping out of his skin.
âYes, if itâs six million, heâll pay in full. Otherwise, heâs calling it a night.â
Attlee was fit to be tied. Just when he was about to say âno dealâ, Olga fell to her knees, pleading quietly, âSix million is okay. As long as we have a glimmer of hope, weâre not dead in the water.â
The clock was ticking; it was already 11:55 p.m.
With a heavy heart, Attlee gritted his teeth and said, âSold!â
âThank God!â The agent heaved a sigh of relief and quickly arranged the deal.
By 11:58 p.m., Attleeâs phone pinged with a transfer of six million.
âQuick, transfer the money to that girl.â Olga hurriedly said, âTime is running out!â
Holding back tears, Attlee transferred the money just as the clock struck midnight.
Olga and Yolanda quickly checked online. No news. Arabella didnât blow the whistle on the plagiarism!
They could finally breathe easy.
Attlee, however, was distraught. The property, initially worth eighteen million, had been sold for only six million!
What a ripâoff!
He held his head in his hands in utter despair.
Olga knew they still had a debt of five million to repay and would have to sell more properties.
She moved to comfort Attlee, saying, âItâs all for our daughter. After all, sheâs had a tough life out there for eighteen years. Consider this compensation for her.â
âIâm sorry, mom and dad, itâs my fault.â Yolanda teared up and apologized.
Seeing her tearâstained face, Attlee couldnât bear to blame her further. He simply said, âRemember, if itâs not yours, donât take it, okay?â
âDad, Iâve learned my lesson. If itâs not mine, I wonât take it,â Yolanda said, biting her lip, her heart filled with hate for Arabella.
Just then, her phone rang.
She initially thought it was Zachary Panter, as he hadnât called her for three days.
The moment she answered, her expression changed. âWhat? Youâre QYâs customer service? Youâre working so late? 24/7? Why are you calling me?â âOur customer service is indeed 24/7. You wore a QY dress, jewelry, and high heels at the award ceremonyâ
âBecause you plagiarized someone elseâs work, youâve seriously damaged our brand, and youâve been blacklisted. If you wear our products in the future, weâll sue you.â
âYouâre saying what? Hello? Hello?â Yolanda thought she heard wrong. Before she could ask for clarification, the call ended.
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Then her phone buzzed with a text message saying sheâd been blacklisted by the brand and was no longer eligible to wear QY products.
âWhat happened?â Olga vaguely heard their conversation.
âMom, somehow Arabella got QY to blacklist me! They said I tarnished their brand!â Yolanda cried out in frustration.
Why? Sheâd already lost so much money and endured so much embarrassment in front of her parents, boyfriend, and the public. Wasnât that enough? Now she was blacklisted by QY? That was way over the top!
âItâs just a brand; whatâs the big deal? They even called to tell you. Theyâre just trying to rub it in!â Olga was fuming. âA big international brand is picking on a customer. Whatâs the point?â