After she sat down, Ethan Hawthorne asked sternly, "When you went to get stock from Old Man Feng last year, did you notice anything unusual?"
"No, everything was the same as usual. If there was anything out of the ordinary, I'm sure I would have noticed." Bernice asked, confused, "What's wrong?"
Ethan Hawthorne sneered, pulling a few fabric swatches from his overcoat pocket and slapping them on the table. "Look. This is all from that Thorne fellow. They got the new fabric before us. Old Man Feng has cut us out!"
"That's impossible. Thorne definitely didn't get his stock from Old Man Feng. We were the first ones to work with him. The entire East China market is basically ours. Why would Old Man Feng cut us out? Ethan, are you sure you haven't made a mistake?"
Bernice was very confident about her standing with Old Man Feng, as she had been the one to connect Ethan with him in the first place.
