One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis

Chapter 327 Get Clothes Back



Chapter 327 Get Clothes Back

Jessie also nodded with a gloomy face, "Yes, I have already asked them."

"What?" Violet clenched her fists, and instantly thought of the key point, "Something must go wrong

with the factory."

"I think so too. There must be a garment worker who changed the fabric and replaced the original fabric

with inferior fabric, so I plan to go to the factory later." Jessie said.

Violet took a deep breath and reluctantly suppressed the anger, "I will go there with you in a moment. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

You will immediately contact all the physical stores and ask them to remove all the inferior clothes from

the shelves, and contact the customers to get those clothes back. Be prepared to apologize and gifts.

Try to keep these customers."

"Got it." Jessie answered.

Violet said again, "In addition, you are also explaining the matter on the company's official Facebook.

While the matter is still not serious, we take the initiative to admit that there is a problem with the

clothes, it is better than that some people cause trouble on purpose in the future."

"I see. I will call the company to arrange the public relations department to post a Facebook and

contact all physical stores." Jessie took out her mobile phone and started calling.

Violet pursed her red lips, and said the store manager, "Pack these clothes. I will take them away in a

while."

"Okay." The store manager replied, picked up the clothes on the floor and packed them.

Soon, Jessie came back after the call, "Violet, everything has been arranged."

Violet said, "Then let's go."

"Okay."

The two of them walked out of the store with a few bags and to the elevator.

As soon as they walked to the elevator, Violet seemed to feel something. She stopped, turned and

looked at the other side.

Not far from the opposite side, outside the door of a makeup store, a person who was covering herself

so tightly was standing behind a railing, staring at Violet intently.

Violet couldn't see the person's face. She could only tell from the person's height and body shape that

the person was a woman.

But that person seemed to know Violet. In her eyes under the brim of the hat, there was a terrifying

hatred, and that hatred seemed to be about to turn into a substantial knife.

Who was she?

When Jessie saw Violet suddenly stopping and looking at the opposite side, she couldn't help but

looked over curiously.

Then she saw the strange person on the opposite side pressing down the brim of her hat, bowing her

head and running away.

The person ran very fast, just like the loach, and soon got into the crowd and disappeared.

"Violet, who is she?" Jessie asked, pointing in the direction where the person was leaving.

Violet shook her head, "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Jessie raised her eyebrows, "Then why are you looking at her all the time?"

Violet didn't speak anymore. She frowned, and was inexplicably uneasy.

Since that woman hated her so much, she might do anything to her in the future.

Violet just don't know if it was the woman who burned their warehouse, kidnapped her, brought away

Calvin, and caused Calvin and George's car accident.

"Well, Violet, let's go." Jessie bumped Violet with her shoulder.

Violet came to her senses, giving a hmm. Then she entered the elevator.

An hour later, the two came to the factory.

The factory manager assembled all the employees together and stood on the playground outside the

factory.

Violet stood in front of the crowd with a cold expression on her face. Jessie stood beside her with the

same face.

"Are all the people here?" Violet asked the manger in a cold tone.

The factory manager knew what was going on when he received Jessie's call. At this moment, he

shook his head, sweating profusely, "No... there are two other people not there."

"Who?" Violet narrowed her eyes.

The factory manager said, "The warehouse manager who manages the fabrics and the team leader

who is in charge of the first production line."

"Where are they?" Violet asked sharply.

The manager lowered his head, "They asked for leave. Two hours ago, they said something happened

at home. I approved..."

Violet closed her eyes before suppressing her anger.

Yes, it seemed that these two people were the culprits. The warehouse manager who managed fabrics

had a complete opportunity to bring inferior fabrics into the warehouse. A team leader in charge of a

production line could also let the employees produce that batch of clothes with inferior fabrics.

Damn it!

"Violet, two hours ago was the time when I just received a customer complaint call. It seems that these

two people knew that the matter was exposed at that time, so they asked for leave and ran away."

Jessie also figured it out. She was so angry that she was trembling.

Violet clenched her fists tightly, "Call the police. I can’t let this matter go like this."

"Yeah." Jessie nodded and immediately took out her cell phone to call the police.

Violet looked at the factory manager again, "You, call all the employees of the first production line to

your office. I will ask them one by one."

"Well." The factory manager responded.

Violet walked to his office.

As soon as she walked in, the employees also came in.

However, although the inquiry process went smoothly, there were not many useful information

obtained.

These employees said that those poor-quality clothes were indeed produced on their production line,

but they didn't know anything. It was just an order from the team leader.

They were also deceived by the team leader. The team leader said that it was the boss who ordered

them to use low-quality fabrics to make clothes.

The boss was Violet and Jessie.

Violet was so angry that she laughed.

That team leader was really mean. He dared to say it was her and Jessie’s order.

"Well, you guys can go out first. During this time, you guys have to stay in the factory and no one is

allowed to leave. If someone leaves, it will show that person must have been involved in this matter.

Then I will definitely not let him go. "Violet squinted her eyes and swept across these people sharply.

These people nodded and expressed that they would stay here well and would not leave.

Violet waved her hand with satisfaction and motioned them to go out.

After they left, Jessie opened the door and came in, "Violet, I have already called the police and sent

the information of the two people to the police. The police station has already started arresting people."

"That's good." Violet nodded.

Jessie came over and said, "Violet, who did frame us? This team leader and the manager have worked

for us for so long. Before, they have been so well-behaved. Now they suddenly did such a thing. There

must be someone behind the scene to ask them to do so."

Violet sighed, "Yes, they must have been bribed. There is a big fish behind them."

"Hmph, no matter how big this fish is, I must catch it. I’m so pissed off." Jessie slammed the desk.

Violet lowered her eyelids and said nothing.

She was thinking the person who she saw today was the one behind the scene, right?

Or was it a commercial competitor?

"Violet, what are you thinking about?" Jessie waved her hand and asked.

Violet came to her senses, "Nothing."

Jessie moved her lips and wanted to say something. But at this time, her phone rang again. It was the

sales manager’s call.

Jessie had to answer the phone again.

Violet was not idle. She got up and walked towards the warehouse where the fabrics were stored. She

wanted to see if there were any inferior fabrics in it.

Then when she finished checking it, she was so furious.

Because she discovered that the low-quality fabrics in it accounted for half, and the other half of the

high-quality fabrics disappeared without even keeping records!

What did this mean? It meant that these high-quality fabrics were secretly shipped out and sold without

registration!

"Damn it!" Violet trembled slightly.

At this moment, the phone in her bag also rang.


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