The Untouchable Son-In-Law: The Master Peregrine - Chapter 320
Chapter 320: A Tricky Request
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Right as the delivery man thought that it was all over, Yvette Larson handed the outfit to her mom. “Go try it on.”
The delivery man asked tentatively, “Can you sign off the delivery now?”
“Not yet. We’ll have to see how it looks.” Yvette Larson decisively rejected his request.
There was nothing the man could do.
Very quickly, Linda James walked out in the 20,000-dollar-outfit.
Everyone was stunned the moment she opened the door. It wasn’t because she was exceptionally beautiful in the outfit but that it was simply a complete change from her usual self.
She had been like a crazy housewife in the past, but this outfit made her seem like an affluent and influential lady.
Perhaps clothes did make a person.
“Does it look good on me?” Linda James asked her family hesitantly.
She was slightly anxious. Although she was materialistic, she was never one to spend her money without any thought.
There was a reason she had wanted to buy this 20,000-dollar-outfit. If it didn’t look good on her, she would ask for a refund, even though it would be a pity to do so.
That was why she felt nervous.
“It looks good.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Still unconvinced, she turned to her husband. “Do I look good in it? If I don’t, let’s get a refund on it.”
Francis Larson was unused to his spouse acting in this manner.
“Be yourself. I feel like I don’t even know you now,” Francis Larson confessed. Although it was nice to have his wife like this, it was difficult to adapt to her sudden change.
“What do you mean? Don’t spout nonsense. I’m asking you if I look good in this.”
“Sigh, that’s what I’m talking about. Yes, you look good.”
‘Pfft!’ Everyone else nearly burst into laughter upon hearing their conversation.
‘Everyone has told me that I look good, and even I feel the same.’ Linda James rolled her eyes. “Alright, we’ll sign for it.”
Yvette Larson gestured. “Hold on. Where’s the receipt?”
The delivery man quickly presented it to her.
“How about the certificate of authenticity?”
“Certificate of authenticity?” He was stumped.
“There should be a certificate of authenticity to say which designer made this outfit.”
“Oh… Oh!” He nodded. “That… We’ll need you to apply for that personally in our shop with your receipt.”
“We’ll get a refund then,” Yvette Larson said decisively before asking her mom to change out of the outfit.
‘She’s definitely a strong woman. How amazing!’ The delivery man was at a loss. “I-I’ll get someone to send it over now.”
“Now? Do you mean you didn’t bring such an important thing? Is that how your company works?”
“I…” The delivery man was rendered speechless. “Please give me a moment. I’ll speak with my manager.”
He then made a call to his manager.
Of course, Yvette Larson didn’t try to stop him. She knew that the other wouldn’t be able to make a decision and that she would eventually have to speak to his manager.
Very quickly, the delivery man got through to his manager and explained his situation.
The response he received was just as he expected, and he handed the phone to Yvette Larson respectfully. “Miss, our manager would like to talk to you.”
The young lady took the phone over and put the call on speaker mode. She then took out her own phone to record the conversation.
“Hello, Miss. I’d like to sincerely apologize for not sending the certificate of authenticity over with the outfit. I’ve sent someone over. I hope that you’ll understand.”
Yvette Larson replied, “There’s nothing to understand. You’re just not meticulous in your work. I question the way your company works, and I’d like a refund now.”
The manager hadn’t expected Yvette Larson to remain so resolute. “Please calm down, Miss. I heard my employee say that you’ve already examined the outfit and that there is nothing wrong with the quality. The only thing missing is the certificate of authenticity, and we’re willing to compensate you for that. You’ll get a 20% discount in our boutique whenever you shop with us in the future.”
“That won’t be necessary. I’ll take half-price on this outfit.”
The manager met all sorts of customers in his line of work, including those who loved to bargain. However, it was his first time encountering someone who tried to bargain for half price!
That was too brutal! If he were to sell it at 10,000 dollars, he would practically be giving the outfit away for free.
“Miss, that’s a little tough. We can’t do that.”
“Alright, we’ll get a refund then. The outfit is still in perfect condition, and I’m sure your camera would’ve recorded it. I hope that I’ll receive my money within 24 hours; otherwise, I’ll get my lawyer to send you a letter.”
Yvette Larson’s attitude rendered the manager speechless. “Please hold on for a moment, Miss. I’ll discuss this with headquarters.”
Yvette Larson smiled. “Ten minutes.”
She then hung up without giving the other a chance to say anymore.
That manager had wanted to explain himself, yet he was cut off so suddenly. He understood that he would probably be fired from his job if he didn’t handle this well.
He quickly made a call to headquarters, and thankfully, his call immediately got through.
He explained the situation as simply as he could, and headquarters quickly weighed the pros and cons. Unexpectedly, they agreed to it.
To be honest, the manager was stumped. ‘The company just bowed down to an individual!’
Leaving his shock aside, he quickly made a call to the delivery man again.
The latter quickly accepted it and handed the phone to the young lady in front of him.
Just like before, Yvette Larson put the call on speaker and recorded the conversation.
“Hello, Miss. I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I’ve discussed it with headquarters, and they’re willing to give you a 50% discount on this outfit.”
“Alright, but I want the actual value of this outfit to be stated on the certificate of authenticity.”
“This…” The manager was slightly confused. ‘She’s saying that this outfit should be worth 20,000, but we’re selling it to her at 10,000. Still, she wants us to certify that it costs 20,000? But that doesn’t make sense.’
The manager was at a loss.
