Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 420: No Tolerance for Injustice

Chapter 420: No Tolerance for Injustice

Damien Sterling arrived home for dinner promptly at 8 PM, as usual. He hadn’t seen Emma Hart all day and wondered how she was doing at home.

"Mr. Sterling, you’re back!" Emma Hart greeted him enthusiastically at the door, taking his briefcase and helping him out of his suit jacket.

"What’s gotten into you?" Damien Sterling asked, puzzled. First, a strange old man on the plane turned out to be his grandfather’s close friend, and now his usually haughty wife was suddenly acting so considerate. Today was indeed full of surprises. Emma Hart felt a bit miffed. She was genuinely trying to be nice for once, and he had to go and make a sarcastic comment.

"Alright, enough with the Japanese housewife act. Let’s eat dinner," Damien Sterling said wearily. He was exhausted. At the dinner table, he ate in silence, savoring the food. Then he said to Emma, "In a few days, we’re having dinner with Grandpa and one of his friends. Tomorrow, I’ll have someone send over some gifts for you to choose from."

Emma Hart was so excited that she nearly dropped her utensils. "Dinner with Grandpa? We should pick out the gifts ourselves. It would be more thoughtful that way," she suggested.

"That’s too much trouble," Damien Sterling replied coldly.

This was a rare chance to go out, and Emma Hart didn’t want to miss it. She quickly argued, "Come on, we didn’t bring back any gifts for them from our trip abroad. We need to make it up to them."

"I can have someone fly to Paris and bring back gifts directly," Damien Sterling said nonchalantly.

Emma Hart was at a loss for words, her spirits dampened. Damien Sterling glanced at her and sighed, "Alright, tomorrow afternoon we’ll go pick something out together."

Emma Hart’s mood lifted instantly, and she regained her appetite.

The following afternoon, Damien Sterling and Emma Hart dressed casually and headed to a high-end mall under the Sterling Group to select gifts for the two elderly gentlemen. Damien wore his usual brand’s sweatshirt and pants, while Emma sported a trendy dress she had bought with Amelia Davidson at Frost Plaza.

"What kind of gifts should we get?" Emma asked as she browsed through the wide array of products.

"Some nutritional supplements should be fine," Damien suggested, clearly out of his depth when it came to gift shopping.

"We could also get them some clothes or maybe a massage device," Emma proposed. Damien’s mention of clothing seemed to spark a slew of new ideas in her mind. Without further ado, Emma grabbed Damien and headed towards the second floor of the mall.

Shopping is every man’s dread, and Damien had a bad feeling about today. He was convinced he wouldn’t get out of this easily.

The second floor was dedicated to clothing, while the third floor housed food items. To save time, Emma and Damien decided to split up.

"You handle the food shopping while I pick out some clothes for Grandpa. What’s his size?" Emma asked.

"Large should be fine. Be careful on your own, and call me if you need anything," Damien replied, shaking his phone to emphasize his point.

"Don’t worry, Mr. Sterling, I’ve got this!" Emma called out, waving as Damien ascended the escalator. She was thrilled at the prospect of shopping alone, something she hadn’t done in a long time.

Emma Hart walked into a high-end boutique. The store’s decor was nothing short of luxurious, but the atmosphere was lackluster, with a few sales assistants chatting idly among themselves. When Emma entered, they gave her a quick glance and then resumed their conversation.

Emma rolled her eyes, thinking that with such poor customer service, it was no wonder they had so few customers.

"Excuse me, do you have this dress in another size?" a woman next to Emma called out to the sales assistants.

"No, we don’t," one of them replied coldly, barely bothering to look at the woman.

What terrible service, Emma thought. Just as she was about to leave, a cute handbag caught her eye in a display near the door. It was a small, delicate clutch with yellow cartoon designs. Instantly captivated, Emma walked over to take a closer look, turning it over in her hands.

"Hey, what are you doing? Don’t touch the merchandise!" a sales assistant shouted, storming over to Emma. Her face was twisted with anger, and she snatched the bag from Emma’s hands, placing it back on the shelf.

"What’s your problem? Can’t I just look at it?" Emma retorted, bewildered. Isn’t that what the products are for?

"That bag is an Italian designer piece. It costs 100,000 yuan. Can you even afford it? If not, don’t touch it!" The sales assistant sneered, eyeing Emma’s outfit. She wasn’t wearing any luxury brands, and the assistant assumed she couldn’t possibly have the money.

Emma, who valued simplicity and thrift, was now thoroughly enraged. Who said she couldn’t afford it?

With a smug look, Emma slowly pulled out the black card Damien Sterling had given her.

"Who says I can’t afford it? I’ll buy it right now! And I don’t want the one on display. Go to the stockroom and get me a new one!" Emma demanded, deliberately adopting an arrogant tone.

The moment the black card appeared, the sales assistants’ attitudes shifted dramatically. They hurriedly brought tea and sweets, trying to curry favor with Emma. The assistant who had been rude to her was now visibly nervous. She quickly apologized and rushed to the stockroom, knowing it was three kilometers away.

"Hm, this bag is indeed nice. I believe it comes in seven colors. Bring me one in each color from the stockroom within 20 minutes, or you’ll be fired," came a calm male voice from behind.

"Yes, Mr. Sterling!" The sales assistant was so frightened at the sight of Damien Sterling that she nearly collapsed.

Exactly 20 minutes later, the sales assistant returned, panting heavily and carrying seven bags. Her once neatly pinned-up hair was now disheveled.

Emma and Damien exchanged amused glances.

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