Seven years after their divorce, he found his ex-wife working as a cleaner, silently gazing at a million-dollar dress behind the display window… The man sneered, “You’ll never have the class to touch something like that, much less wear it.”

The mall manager bowed his head respectfully.

The crowd began to murmur.

All eyes turned to a woman who had just entered…

She walked straight to the display window.

She stopped next to Madison.

And in a respectful voice, she said something that made Logan turn completely pale:

“Madam, the ‘Phoenix Fire’ dress is ready, just as you requested.”

Madison bent down to pick up the bills.

Not because she needed them, but because she didn’t want them to stain the pristine marble.

She carefully placed them on the edge of the trash can and said calmly,

“You should keep them. That money… you’re going to need it.”

Logan froze for a second.

There was no resentment in her tone.

Nor was there any pleading.

That calmness… unsettled him more than any reproach.

“Are you still acting so self-important?” Logan growled, turning to Sienna. “See? Poor, but full of pride.”

Sienna let out a mocking laugh and clung tighter to Logan’s arm, looking Madison up and down with disdain.

At that moment, a group of men in black suits entered the lobby.
At the front was a gray-haired man with a commanding presence and a respectable gaze, followed by executives and a press team.

The mall manager bowed deeply: