Ashley Bowen did indeed pull a few bandages from her bag. One glance told you they were the cheap kind, costing just a few cents each.
Without so much as a glance, Yuri Sinclair tossed the bandages straight into the trash.
'Hey! Those were her bandages! What gave him the right to throw them away?'
She kicked her foot out in a huff, but he only tightened his grip.
"Go fetch some warm water. If you can't find any, just bring some tea," Yuri Sinclair ordered coolly, holding Ashley Bowen's foot still to keep her from moving.
"Yes, sir." Another attendant took the order and departed.
Yuri Sinclair looked up, his gaze falling on Sean.
Sean immediately bowed, knowing Yuri Sinclair had an order for him.
"This shoe store... have them pull this model from the shelves. If any of their shoes cause blisters in the future, just shut the whole place down."
Yuri Sinclair gave the order as casually as if he were discussing the weather.
Sean's agreement was just as swift.
