The young woman walked into the store holding the middle-aged man's arm, and her eyes were staring at the Squirtle Pokemon doll.
The middle-aged man pointed at the doll in the associate's hands and said, "I want that."
The associate said apologetically, "I'm sorry, sir. The ma'am here has paid."
"She can return it."
A voice came over. It was the manager who just greeted Sylvia warmly.
She rushed over and asked the man to wait. She then said to the associate, "You go and return the doll to the lady."
"Return?"
Sylvia's eyebrows furrowed, "We have already paid for it. It's not up to you if you are going to return it or not."
The manager shook her head at Sylvia and said, "Sorry, ma'am. We just found out that there are some quality problems with this doll. We can't sell it to you. You should return it."
Although the manager was saying that she was sorry, she didn't look like she was sorry at all.
Sylvia snorted, "Is there something wrong with the doll or with the way you are handling things?"
"What's wrong with you? Are you crazy?"
The young woman who came with the middle-aged man yelled at Sylvia, and her face was full of disdain, "She just told you that she wouldn't sell it to you. Why are you still bargaining?"
Sylvia took a deep breath and said, "I don't want to engage in a meanless argument with you. I've paid for the merchandise, and this is the receipt. Legally, this one is mine. Whether return it or not, it's me who will make the decision."
"Haha."
The middle- aged man sneered, "Beautiful, you need to realize one thing. It is not at your home, and nothing is up to you!"
He then made a phone call. In less than a minute, a cashier ran over. He came over to Henry.
"Sir, there are some problems with the receipt. I need to give you another one."
The young woman looked at Sylvia complacently.
Henry stared at the cashier and the middle-aged man. He then said to the manager, "Return everything then."
Henry was in a good mood that day, and he didn't want to waste the energy on arguing with them.
The enemies Henry was facing all had the capacity to bring the whole world into chaos. For those nobodies that believed they were somebodies, Henry had no time for them.
Sylvia's mood for shopping was also gone. She nodded after hearing Henry's decision.
Hearing that Henry wanted to return everything, the manager's face dropped.
Sylvia's deal would better the evaluation of the manager's performance, which would lead to an increase in salary. The manager couldn't let the deal go off.
"I'm sorry, sir."
The manager said, "The other dolls don't have any defects. We don't accept returns. Only this one needs to be returned."
"No merchandise is returnable?"
Sylvia's eyebrows furrowed tighter. "According to my knowledge, all the merchandise in this shopping mall is eligible to return as long as the merchandise has its label intact, and there is no damage caused by the customer."
"Our store doesn't have such policy."
The manager shook her head, "Ma'am, we can only let you return this one."
Sylvia was angry, "If you don't follow this policy, who gave you the permission to open this store here?"
"I did. Is there a problem?"
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