Thea was so anxious she almost burst into tears, but James looked completely unbothered.

He had hit Zach and knocked over a few clothes racks. Even the manager had arrived.

The manager of the boutique was a woman in her thirties. She was pretty with an oval face and black hair, wearing a sexy professional dress.

“M-Mr. Smith.”

Seeing Zach, she bowed respectfully.

Zach, who was waiting for Samson at the lounge, glanced at the manager. His eyes lit up when he saw how pretty she was. However,