With a hint of reluctance, the woman fished a check from her purse, scribbling one for a hefty 280, 000.

"Take it and hit the road," she ordered.

Laura accepted the check, summoning a newfound boldness as she rose.

“Frankly, you're incredibly rude. I wouldn't dream of selling the wedding dress I design to someone like you."

The woman's eyes widened in disbelief.

Undeterred, Laura, realizing she was no match for the woman's physical prowess, swiftly gathered her belongings and made a hasty exit, not even catching sight of Edwin in her rush.

Edwin felt a twinge of sadness.

He knew Laura like the back of his hand.

She'd get flustered even at the hint of a raised voice.

But now she confronted malice head-on, courageously asserting herself in a way she never had before.

Edwin emerged from the shadows, a deliberate presence.

As the affluent woman finished her coffee, preparing to depart, she glanced up to find Edwin observing her with a stern expression. She mustered a forced smile and stuttered, "Mr. Evans..."

Edwin calmly picked up the coffee cup that had been Laura's.

In the next instant, he showered the woman's face with the remaining coffee.

The cafe buzzed with onlookers, and the woman, flustered but unable to retaliate against Edwin, anxiously whispered, “What is the meaning of this? Mr. Evans, have you forgotten that my husband has business dealings with you?"

Edwin chuckled with a cold edge.

“Public humiliation doesn't feel great, does it? But I'll make amends."

With a casual demeanor, he pulled out his checkbook, wrote a check for 280, 00, and remarked as he tore it out, “I may have a packed schedule, but I've still got the energy to handle a small-timer!"

The woman stood there, utterly stunned.

Edwin smoothly stowed away the checkbook and made his exit with grace.