Chapter 22

As more people gathered around, Natasha's thoughts became more chaotic. No one cared about the truth. They just wanted to watch the drama unfold. "Who would steal a scarf that's already been trampled on?" A cold, clear voice cut through the tension from inside the store. Lara involuntarily shivered. "Mr. Hampton? What… What are you doing here?" Natasha looked up the stairs and saw the man standing tall, his posture straight and confident, exuding an air of calm authority. The deep blue pants and simple white shirt accentuated his features, making him appear effortlessly charismatic. "Ms. Bradley, is it? You can leave now," Vernon Hampton asked as he approached, parting the crowd for her. Not willing to let it go, Nicole shouted, "She stole something! Even if you're the boss and you don't want to press charges, she's still a thief!" "Yeah, a thief should be sent to the police station for some lessons, or she'll keep doing this," one of the onlookers added. "She looks so pretty