“You were mistaken; we didn’t come to damage the shop. They merely bumped into the rack, causing it to topple over,” Mr. Chandler explained.
Confronted by the cold and icy demeanor of Mr. York, Mr. Chandler instantly became timid, losing the fiery arrogance he had just displayed. The others were equally stunned to realize Mr. York was present. Despite their numbers, they were cowards in the face of Callum. None dared to touch even a single strand of his hair, knowing it would be akin to courting death.
“Do you think I’m deaf? I heard everything. You’re here to destroy the shop, and I heard all your earlier remarks. How dare you steal the money bouquet I gave to my fiancée? Do you believe you have too many hands to spare?” Callum was not easily deceived; he had been listening intently.
Mr. Chandler smiled sheepishly and admitted, “Mr. Callum, I… I was wrong. I apologize, Camryn. I shouldn’t have taken your money bouquet.” He then turned to glare at his brothers and said fiercely, “What are you still doing here? Hurry up and help Camryn set the rack back up. We will compensate for all the broken flower pots at their original prices.”
The others quickly snapped back to reality, rushing forward to right the rack they had knocked over. However, they found themselves at a loss as the potted plants were damaged and scattered across the floor, their pots shattered.
After a brief pause, they resumed their work. There were many empty pots in Camryn’s store, so they gathered the small empty pots and knelt down to scoop up the soil from the floor, placing it into the new pots. They continued repotting the scattered flowers into the fresh containers.
Meanwhile, the bodyguards and store assistants, who had been dining at a nearby fast-food restaurant, noticed the commotion in the flower shop.
They hurried back without finishing their food. When Callum saw the bodyguards return, he said to them, “Keep an eye on the cleanup. I’m going to continue cooking.”