Sumr Monroe spoke calmly: "Sir, we called you here to let you tell the truth. As long as you speak the truth, no one can put you in jail."
The salesman’s eyes t Sumr’s beautiful and serene gaze, and he suddenly felt calm inside. He nodded.
Sumr asked, "Do you rember Miss Coralie Hughes? Did she buy a black evening gown from your store?"
The salesman replied, "Yes, Miss Coralie Hughes is a regular at our GQ Store, and she is our VIP. I rember very clearly, two days ago, Miss Coralie Hughes ca to my store to buy a black evening gown. However, she chose a size smaller than usual, not her regular size. She said it was a gift for a friend and asked to send it directly to the address she gave . I did as she instructed... I don’t know what happened after that."
After speaking, the salesman glanced at Mason Monroe and added, "Everything I said is the truth. I am willing to take legal responsibility for my words."
Sumr raised an eyebrow, looked at Mason, and asked, "What do you have to say for yourself now?"
"I..." Mason was at a loss for words, and after a few seconds, he spoke again: "Hearing is not believing. Who knows if he was paid a large sum to make false testimony, even if it ans going to jail?"
Just at that mont...
The salesman spoke again: "I have other evidence that can prove I am telling the truth!"
He definitely didn’t want to go to jail for no reason!
The salesman said this, walked over to the servant, took the paper from the servant’s hand, and raised it up: "This is the purchase order. It has the credit card and user information with Miss Hughes’ na on it, and here is her handwritten signature."
Just as Mason was about to check the authenticity, Evan Hughes quickly walked over and took the purchase order from the salesman’s hand first.
A few seconds later, Evan’s expression turned even uglier.
It was indeed Coralie’s credit card, he recognized it imdiately, because it was his supplentary card!
And Coralie’s handwritten signature was all too familiar to him.
All of this was Coralie’s doing!
"That damn girl!" Evan was so angry that his eyes sparkled, wishing he could pass out again to avoid facing such facts.
Everyone saw Evan’s reaction and understood that everything the salesman said was true.
The gown was indeed bought by Coralie to fra the Stanton Family mber, nearly causing the death of her own biological father.
It was truly... wickedly ridiculous!
Raising such a daughter was worse than raising a viper; even vipers have so sense, knowing not to bite their owner, but what about Coralie?
She was truly worse than a snake!
At this mont, Coralie hurried downstairs.
She had heard from Mrs. Chambers that her father actually wanted her to marry the ugly Mason Monroe, and imdiately, she didn’t care about anything else as she rushed down two steps at a ti.
But in her haste, she didn’t notice the strange looks everyone in the hall was giving her.
Coralie ran up to Evan and imdiately said, "Dad, I don’t want to marry Mason Monroe!"
Mason’s face stiffened slightly, and he tried to persuade: "Coralie, this isn’t the ti to talk about this, you..."
"Shut up!" Coralie viciously interrupted Mason.
She couldn’t stand the sight of Mason anymore; just seeing him, let alone hearing his voice, made her feel nauseous.
She only hated that ti couldn’t be reversed, and she loathed how soone as ugly as Mason could even touch her!
Mason wasn’t blind; he could clearly see the deep-seated disgust in Coralie’s eyes.
His heart ached painfully, and he couldn’t find words to speak for a mont.
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