Chapter 67 - 67: It’s A Coincidence

Dave's family was not wealthy. He didn't have that kind of money.

Carol didn't believe it, "You're saying your dress is really worth a thousand dollars? You're serious?"

Sophia was resting in the shade not far away, and when she heard the noise of the row, she looked up to see Carol was quarreling with someone. She got up and walked over.

The rest followed along behind her.

"What's happening?" Sophia asked.

Carol saw Sophia coming and felt more confident, "Boss, you judge. Dave accidentally got ice cream on this woman's dress. She insists that he should pay her one thousand dollars! How can a dress be worth that much?"

The woman's boyfriend had been very confident, thinking he was quickly the most influential person in this situation. But when he saw the number of people gathering on the other side, he felt his advantage weaken, and his manner was less aggressive than it had been before.

"You should pay for damaging other people's clothes! The chocolate stain can't be washed off. She can't wait for it again. You have to be reasonable."

Sophia took a look at the part of the woman's dress that had been damaged by Dave and frowned slightly, "We will pay. But you have to prove this dress is worth one thousand dollars? Do you have the receipt? We can't just believe whatever you say."

"Who goes out with receipts for their clothes in their pocket? This is Aphrodite, a designer brand! You can just google it. This is in their latest collection. It actually costs five thousand dollars!" The woman said.

Sophia didn't know much about luxury goods. She didn't care about them. "Well, let's go to the store, and we'll pay for another dress if it really is authentic." She said.

The woman was about to say something, but the man beside her interjected hurriedly, "Who has the time to go to the store with you? Do you think our time is worthless? Just pay up right now!"

Sophia frowned slightly. Judging from the man's reaction, she began to see the situation. The dress was almost certainly a fake.

"This dress is not genuine!" Melissa suddenly spoke out, "Most of my mum's clothes are Aphrodite, and she has this model. But it's not quite the same. I'm sorry, but this is just a really good fake, right?"

The woman's face suddenly blushed, "How dare you? My dress is authentic! I don't wear fakes, however good they are! Are you trying to insult me?"

The man was even angrier, "As if my girlfriend would wear a knockoff version. What evidence do you have to prove it's fake?"

"I don't know for sure, and I just know that I've seen the real one, and it's different. Aphrodite is a company owned by Pearson. Their clothes are very high-end. I can tell a fake product immediately." Melissa said.

The woman trembled all over with rage, "Are you bullying us now? You know, I'll call the police for criminal damage and slander."

The two sides were arguing when a low voice spoke from behind them.

"I'm sorry, did someone say this dress is a high-end fake?"

Everyone turned around to look at the newcomer.

It was from Albert Pearson.

The boyfriend was so happy and relieved that they finally had an ally.

"It's clearly a bad fake."

The man could almost have spat blood at Pearson's words.

"What do you mean a bad fake?" The man said angrily, "You're a man. What do you know about women's clothes?"

"You're right, and I don't know much about women's clothes." Pearson said calmly, "But I know that all Pearson's clothing company products have an iconic feature. The patterns and letters on each button and buckle are all carved by hand. The design of the pattern is very delicate. Each master makes a unique pattern with a slight change in the carving, which means no two buckles or buttons…'

He looked at one of the decorative buttons on the woman's dress, "…are exactly the same. But the pattern on this button - look at it - it's not hand-carved at all. It's painted, see?"

She looked down at the button on her dress. Obviously, it was printed and not carved by hand.

She suddenly turned to the man and grabbed his clothes, "This was your birthday present to me? A fake Aphrodite dress? You fooled me with a crap knock off! No wonder my friends laughed when I showed it to them the other day. You're a liar! How can I turn up at my sister's party now, knowing that you gave me lies?

The man was worried, "Listen to me, honey. I didn't know it was fake. How could I have known? I don't specialize in women's clothes like this guy. I was fooled too. They said it was genuine."

Pearson looked at him, "Pearson's clothes can only be bought in a Pearson store if you go to the right store. You say you didn't know it was fake. Then this crap fake… where did you buy it?"

Before the man could retort, the woman slapped him in the face, "We're done! Don't let me see you again!"

She turned around and ran away.

The man chased after her, and soon, the two figures had disappeared around the corner.

Melissa looked at Pearson with admiration, "Mr. Pearson, I didn't expect you to know so much. It's amazing. Your surname is Pearson. Does that mean you and the Pearson Group…"

"It's a coincidence!" Pearson said quietly.

Melissa looked closer at Pearson, "Your buttons don't have any carved patterns. So you don't wear Pearson clothes?"

Pearson nodded, "Pearson's clothes are too boring and ugly! I prefer to get my clothes from other brands."

Ryan was surprised.

His boss had just said bad things about his own company. Wasn't he afraid that his words might be overheard and damage the image of the company?

Once the fight was over, Katherine continued the tour.. They still hadn't seen all the inside of the mansion, and it was wearing them all out.