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Before Elizabeth Whitlock could make a call, Brian Adams arrived at the Whitlock residence. He brought with him his staff and a box of goods. “Mrs. Whitlock,” Brian said, without wasting any words, letting his staff open the box and throw a piece of clothing on the table. “We entrusted the order to the Whitlock Family factory, and this is what you supply us with? And you still want p*****t? What were you thinking?” Mrs. Whitlock examined the clothing with an air of indifference. The Amelia Eira brand had already started using such inferior materials for production. “What’s wrong with it?” she asked. “This batch does not meet the Amelia Eira brand’s requirements,” Brian stated immediately. “Our requirement was to produce products identical to Eira Whitlock’s award-winning designs, inc