She looked me up and down. “Ms. Grant, what are you still struggling with? Didn’t you understand what happened at the airport?”
“Brother Felix doesn’t love you. No matter how expensive the clothes you buy are, he’ll just treat them like air.”
I didn’t bother to waste time talking to her. I pulled my black card from my wallet and handed it to the salesperson.
“Pack up this dress she touched, and all the styles in this collection.”
“Also, get her out.”
The salesperson immediately started to clear everyone out, but just then, Felix Shaw appeared.
He walked straight towards Claire Green, not even glancing at me.
“Pack up the dress and give it to Miss Green.”
The salesperson was stunned and whispered, “Mr. Shaw, but this is you…”
I was wearing smoky makeup and a striking orange curly hairstyle.
As expected, Felix Shaw didn’t recognize me.
“Who the hell is she?” Felix Shaw’s voice was quiet, but loud enough for everyone in the counter to hear clearly. “A woman who appeared out of nowhere is worthy of competing with Claire for something?”
He turned to the stunned salesperson, his tone commanding.