Chapter 348

Hannah was taking a reckless chance. She was counting on the sales associate not working for Vincent.

The sales associate blinked uncertainly before asking, "How exactly do you want me to help with?"

Relief slipped out of Hannah in a quiet exhale, and she leaned in quickly. "It's quite simple. Take off your uniform jacket and lend it to me. I'll put it on, walk out like some staff, and vanish for a few minutes.Meanwhile, you stay close outside the fitting room and pretend I'm still inside. My husband won't catch on right away. Once my husband starts to panic and comes looking, I'll sneak back. What do you think?Exciting, right?" She forced a playful grin, though her fingers clutched nervously at her sides.

The sales associate looked completely thrown. Her eyes flicked from, Hannah's imploring expression to outside the fitting room, where the intimidating man waited, with the mall manager flashing a fawning smile at him. "I... I'm not sure. This doesn't feel right."

That hesitation was Hannah's cue-time to play her last card. She pointed at the pile of delicate, high-end lingerie she had chosen, her voice brimming with certainty and a teasing edge. "I'll take everything I picked.Box it all up and charge it to my husband's account-price doesn't matter. And every cent goes straight to your commission."

This promise meant a massive payout. The sales associate felt the tug of temptation. Such a huge sale promised an equally hefty bonus, and nothing about this plead seemed risky. To her, it looked more like a game between a wealthy couple eager to add a little spark.

The sales associate drew in a quick breath and leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper."We're not really supposed to take off our uniforms..."

Hannah's stomach tightened in disappointment.

But then, the sales associate swiftly offered,"|do have a spare uniform in the locker room. Stay here-I'll fetch it for you."

Hannah's face brightened, and she leaned closer, whispering urgently, "Perfect! Please be quick-he's almost done with that call."

Less than a minute later, the sales associate returned, clutching the spare uniform.

Hannah wasted no time.

She slipped into the outfit, smoothing the fabric into place, and then tugged free her high ponytail so her thick, glossy hair tumbled over her shoulders, altering her look just enough to slip under notice.

Hannah gave one final instruction, her tone low but firm. "Keep pretending I'm still in here trying on underwear. You don't know a thing. When my husband comes looking for me, just calmly wrap up the lingerie and ring it up, saying these are the pieces I picked."

The sales associate nodded quickly, her eyes wide.

Hannah's gaze wavered between gratitude and unease. Drawing in a steadying breath, she schooled her features into a composed mask, the image of a shop girl finishing her shift.

She pulled back the heavy velvet curtain and stepped out, her stride slow but steady, confidence draped over her like armor.

Vincent still stood there, his back to the fitting room, brow furrowed as he barked into the phone,completely unaware of her quiet escape.

The two female bodyguards barely spared Hannah a glance as she emerged.

Hannah's palms were slick with sweat, but she steadied her breath and moved with practiced ease. Instead of heading for the door, she drifted toward a nearby rack, fussing with the already perfect display of lingerie as though she were just another employee. Her gestures flowed with ease, her presence calm and steady.

The bodyguards' eyes lingered briefly before sliding away,convinced she was nothing more than a sales associate on the clock.

Hannah rearranged a few more pieces and then casually angled herself toward the boutique's entrance.

Nobody moved to block her. A moment later, she slipped out into the mall without a hitch. Yet, the open

space beyond the shop hardly promised safety-was she truly beyond his reach?

Inside, Vincent ended his call and strode toward the fitting room. "Still not finished?" he inquired, his voice edged with impatience.

Not a single reply came. He jerked the curtain aside, only to find the fitting room empty. Could it be that Hannah had escaped? Had she orchestrated this all along? The lingerie shopping turned out to be just a pretense.

The realization slammed into him, and rage sharpened his voice. "Where the fuck did she go?"

One of the female bodyguards faltered, panic flickering across her face. "We... We didn't see her leave."

Vincent's gaze shot to the mall entrance, his tone dropping to an icy command that reverberated through the sprawling space. "Don't just stand there-find her! Shut every door and get her back here now!"

Within moments, his black-suited men scattered in all directions, their movements precise and merciless.

Vincent's expression darkened like a storm front. How the hell did Hannah think she could slip away from him?