Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 9

Three beautiful women, walked over to Aishe who was still standing. "Whose name is this?"

The female voice, made Aishe turn her head. 

"Ishe" he answered briefly.

They looked at each other for a while, before finally one of them took a deep breath and smiled.

"Miss Aishe, I'm sorry, Miss Zoe broke her promise."

"What?" Aishe was quite surprised to hear their words. Not out of thought, that a famous stylish like Zoe could just as casually cancel an appointment with someone.

"Sorry, Miss. We're sorry we didn't tell you sooner. Miss Zoe flew to Millan this morning."

Aishe clenched her hands tightly together, her chest slightly soaring, along with a breath full of anger.

"Okay, then give me my money back!" Aishe tried to temper her anger. "At the agreement, the party who cancels the promise without the declaration will get a full return. Didn't we?" continued.

"You're right, Miss. Then, give me your account number, we'll refund the fee." 

One of them reached into his pocket, took his cell phone and gave it to another friend. Given that Aishe had no account, even when he signed up, he used a pseudonym. He refused a refund and opted for cash.

"Fifteen thousand Lira, I want cash!" aishe said calmly, but was able to make the three of them stupefied.

"Li-fifteen? Miss, you may be wrong. We did return your money, but did not compensate."

"Compensation? Did Miss Zoe's assistant not tell you? I paid 3 times for one meeting with him."

Between believing and not believing in what Aishe said. As far as they know, Zoe will not accept double payments for her services. But the reality that happened was beyond belief.

Aishe issued proof of payment from Zoe's assistant three weeks ago. To make the three men go back and do not know what to do. 

At first, they only intended to prank Aishe. Either because at the time Aishe looks tacky, ugly, and not fashionable, or precisely because he looks poor. Intend to take over the Aishe queue number and give it to others at double price. But what happened, instead made them swallow the bitter pill.

When they still look at each other and code. Ashan came to the boutique.

"Zoe left suddenly and my schedule was canceled. I asked for my money back as agreed." 

Ashan nodded slowly, then looked at the faces of the three of them. "I thought once, a famous stylist would definitely be professional. Turns out, the unprofessional is the staff."

"What do you mean, Sir?" sahut one of the staff who did not accept Ashan's words.

"I mean? Don't you know better?" 

Ahsan turned around, taking Aishe away from there. "Come, Miss. I can introduce one of the best stylish."

"You won't find the best stylish other than Zoe in this city, sir!" shouted the staff in annoyance.

Ashan was able to sigh, then reached into a cell phone and was about to contact someone. "Cancel the contract with Zoe!" ashen said briefly and then put his phone back in his pocket.

The hands of one of the staff were seen clenching with tightened teeth, and a red face was extinguished. The other two staff were trembling in fear.

"You made me lose, Mr. Ashen," Aishe said as he walked away from the store.

"I'll compensate for your loss."

"But you broke the law of buying and selling. Selling cannot be one of the losses. I lost and they got a lot of money!"

Ashan laughed as he opened the car door for Aishe. At that moment, he was anxious to tell Aishe, how much loss they would experience. However, Ashan chose to silence his mouth and refocus on driving.

After failing to meet Zoe, Aishe's hopes are extinguished instantly. His gloomy face was even clearly visible, as he leaned his head against the glass resignedly.

Ashen's car arrived in a narrow alley in the Fatih area. Ashan pulled over his car right in front of a small alley, then opened Aishe's door and invited her down.

"Where are you going?" ask Aishe.

"You'll find out soon enough, Miss."

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...☆TBC☆...