Chapter 308

Julian Roland effortlessly cut off Bianca Savigny's protest.

The Rolands were never pushovers. He understood his sister's temperament—even if he wished to help, he respected her decisions.

Evelyn's lips curved into a sly smile. "You know me so well, brother."

Château Blanc's scandal remained trending for an entire day. From dawn till dusk, curious onlookers waited in vain for an official statement before losing interest.

By bedtime, the buzz finally faded. Bianca's tense nerves relaxed as she drifted into deep slumber.

Without the burden, her complexion visibly improved.

But peace was short-lived. The next morning, a panicked employee intercepted her downstairs.

"Bianca! Our regular customers are here—and they're furious!"

She frowned. "It's only nine. When did they arrive?"

"They stormed in the moment we opened."

This early?

"What should we do?" The employee's eyes reddened with anxiety.

Bianca's expression darkened.

"How many are there?"

"All waiting in the parlor. Quite a crowd."

"Let's go."

The moment she entered, she recognized the familiar faces.

Forcing calm, she greeted them. "What an unexpected pleasure. Here for new selections?"

These were loyal patrons—some even top-tier VIPs.

Instead of courtesy, she received sneers. "New wines? Don't play dumb! We saw everything online!"

"Exactly! Scamming your best customers? Have you no shame?"

A torrent of accusations rained down.

Bianca's knuckles whitened, barely restraining herself.

"Château Blanc operates with integrity. There's been no deception."

She clenched her fists, struggling to maintain composure.

Someone slammed the table. "Enough! I demand a refund!"

"Me too!"

"Return our money!"

The parlor erupted into chaos, spittle flying.

Bianca paled.

"Silence!"

Her temper finally snapped.

These hysterical faces bore no resemblance to the fawning customers they'd once been.

Now they treated Château Blanc like a mortal enemy.

"No refund? We'll expose you! See how you recover then!"

"Bianca?" Staff hurriedly summoned security to restrain the mob.

Shielded behind them, she barked, "Process their returns!"

"But—"

Mass refunds could trigger a chain reaction.

"Now!"