NovelStart"Haha! You've got a point, Mom!" Jamie furrowed her well-trimmed brows. "But | still don't get why we didn't hire a top-notch designer for my wedding gown. Why settle for this woman's help? It's ridiculous." "Ah, my dear daughter, there's more to it than meets the eye." Lydia held Jamie's arm and said seriously, "Your father's success in business stems from his ability to allocate resources wisely from a young age.
"Having Rose design your wedding dress serves several purposes. Firstly, it would be a waste not to utilize her skills. Secondly, it's a subtle way for your father to assert his authority over her. She needs to understand her place in the Emerson family.
"She may be an Emerson, but she would always be beneath you. She would have to suck up to you for the rest of her life." With a meticulously crafted plan in mind, Lydia and Jamie made their way through the entrance.
"Hi, do you have an appointment?" The assistant approached them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Appointment? What for? This little establishment is not that upscale. No need for formalities." Jamie sneered and rolled her eyes.
The assistant frowned, her demeanor turning frosty. "Ms. Emerson doesn't entertain unannounced guests.
Madam Clarissa from the Schmidt Group was turned away earlier because she didn't have an appointment." Lydia and Jamie exchanged surprised glances. They couldn't believe someone from the Schmidt Group would cto Rose's shop to custom-make their clothes.
Though the Emersons held ssocial sway, they paled in comparison to the Schmidts, one of the four great families.
"Ahem... We're Rose's family. Kindly inform her that her relatives are here to see her. She'll surely cdown to greet us." Unable to meet Rose, Lydia was forced to reveal her identity.
"Huh? If that's the case, I'm afraid | can't let you in." The assistant regarded them icily. "I've worked for Ms. Emerson for many years, and | know her like the back of my hand. Ms. Emerson mentioned that her mother is the only living relative she has. The rest of her family has passed away." Lydia's expression darkened instantly.
"Passed away? How could that bitch say that?" Jamie's rage boiled over, and she hurled an insult at Rose.
A sudden chill crept up their spines, accompanied by the relentless echo of imposing footsteps drawing closer.
Lydia and Jamie shuddered and whirled around.
Approaching them was an imposing man in a dark uniform, his sharp gaze fixed upon them.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJamie stared at him blankly, momentarily transfixed. Her heart raced uncontrollably as if it might leap from her chest. He was so strikingly handsthat she felt an inexplicable urge to scream.
Previously, she had always thought her fiancé was handsome. She proudly flaunted pictures of him everywhere, basking in others' compliments. But compared to this man, her fiancé paled in comparison.
Alas, there would always be someone more superior.
"And who might you be?" the assistant asked, puzzled.
Silas glanced at Jamie, who had just cursed Rose, with a cold stare.
Lydia trembled and instinctively pulled Jamie closer.
After a brief moment, Silas retracted his gaze and smiled at the assistant. I've cto collect two suits Ms.
Emerson has finished for me. She informedthey were ready, so I'm here to pick them up." With that said, he turned and sauntered over to a nearby couch, crossing his legs as he settled in. His eyes lingered on Lydia and Jamie as though observing a captivating spectacle.
Silas added, "Please take care of your business first. Once you're finished, attend to my needs. I'm in no rush."
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