Chapter 2

This was absolutely ridiculous. I couldn't believe something like this happened to me.

I felt wronged and wanted to cry.

The customers gathered around to look at the chat history.

Clara comforted me, "I always said Ms. Wilson was an honest person. How could she do something like this?"

Robert sneered, contemptuously smashing a vase on the floor.

"You old hag, who asked you?"

He then stomped his foot on my beloved fabric sofa, leaving a big black footprint.

He pretended to be the one in the right.

"She promised the bouquet would look exactly like the picture, that's why I gave this order to her.

"But she even messed up the most important part of the bouquet. Isn't it normal for me to ask for compensation?"

My flower shop promised that if a customer provided a picture, the finished bouquet would have no more than a 5% difference.

The bouquet I made, compared to the picture he sent me, was exactly the same, except for the training banknotes.

"If you didn't want this order, I could have gone to another flower shop. Since you took it, you should have made it exactly like the picture!"

I had never encountered such an unreasonable thug, so I was at a loss for words.

"I sent you many messages saying I couldn't do it, but all remained unread. I tried calling you, but you didn't pick up. DoorDash doesn't allow merchants to issue refunds without reason, so I had no choice but to use training banknotes.

"For a flower order, after the platform takes its share and I cover the costs, I only get a few dozen dollars. Do you expect me to pay out of my own pocket for you? Is that even possible?

"You think you can get a bouquet worth 5,200 dollars for just 50 dollars? No wonder she blocked you!"

I was furious. This was clearly extortion.

Everyone around me felt sorry for me and stood up for me.

"You're a grown man, and you actually think you can get a bouquet worth 5,200 dollars for just 50 dollars? Where in the world does something like that even happen?"

"You must be nuts! Ms. Wilson isn't running a charity. She's going to lose money on your order."

"Exactly. Ms. Wilson is the real victim here, dealing with a customer like you. What you're doing isn't business. It's robbery!"

The customers were all defending me.

Hearing this, Robert got even angrier. He jumped off the sofa, pointed a finger at me, and cursed.

"Stop spouting nonsense. She's the reason my crush won't talk to me anymore. That's the truth, right?

"Am I not entitled to ask for some compensation for mental distress?

"And then..."

Suddenly, he changed his tone and stared at me.

"With such a tiny profit, how can you even run a flower shop?

"Who knows how you even manage to keep this shop open?

"Every day, you dress all fancy, and men are coming in and out. Who knows what kind of shady business you're running!"

Robert's friend immediately chimed in, grinning lewdly.

"Exactly! I've seen men going in and out of her flower shop at night.

"I kept thinking this girl looked familiar. Turns out she's a call girl, only charging 200 dollars for the whole night!"

Robert laughed loudly.

"Well, that's definitely a small business."

He picked up one of the potted roses I had planted, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it.

"With a private life like that, how can you still buy flowers from her? Aren't you afraid of catching something?"