“Lilah's acting all high and mighty."

"Botanic seems sketchy for real."

"Lilah, do you think we'll be easily fooled?"

“Lilah is threatening her!"

The man became serious too. "Miss Phillips, is Krista telling the truth?"

Lilah, sipping coffee leisurely, observed the drama unfold between the man and Krista. The moment he showed up, Lilah sensed it was all staged.

Smirking, she commented, "Krista, you're missing out on your true calling as a singer. You'd kill it as an actress. Bright future, I'm telling you."

Was Lilah mocking Krista's acting skills?

The man asserted, “Miss Phillips, who are you referring to? We all saw what went down. You pushed Krista.”

"You saw her fall. Did you actually see me shoving her?" Lilah countered.

“There's just you two here. If you didn't push, did she magically take a tumble?" the man retorted.

"Why not? You just happened to be here, right?" Lilah responded, unfazed.

The man looked surprised, pondering if Lilah had some inside scoop.

But so what?

His gaze turned icy. “I'm here for the food. I never expected to stumble on this mess. If your product's messed up, fix it instead of making things hard for folks. It's hard to believe how many people you're letting down."

At that moment, his live stream overflowed with curses.

Krista let her flowing hair shield the smugness in her eyes.

Eyeing Krista, Lilah remarked, "You've got one more shot to tell the truth."

"Miss Phillips, no chance. I won't sacrifice my pride for cash. Plus, your skincare stuff could harm more people!"

Krista stood her ground, earning cheers from the online crowd. They thought Krista had a heart of gold.

“Alright, got it."

Lilah grabbed her bag and left.

The man comforted Krista for a bit and she headed back.

Soon, the whole incident blew up online, with some folks even recording the live stream and sharing it.