Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Chatper 517

Chapter 517

“What do you mean?” Jenny’s expression turned icy.

“Although this gown has an elegant design with glittering jewels, the pearls around the chest area are shattered.

This suggests that the gown isn’t intended for gentle individuals. Instead, the designer hopes that the wearer can

bring out its elegance and superiority.”

Pearl’s statement clarified the purpose of the gown while subtly criticizing Jenny. She was well aware of Jenny’s

background, which she found to be somewhat lacking in elegance and nobility coming from a slightly popular

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business family.

In contrast, Esther always maintained a sense of decorum even when upset, never crossing the line or resorting to

vulgarity. Swearing aside, of course.

“So, this gown suits Esther more than you.”

The Sanders family didn’t flaunt their wealth, but they were affluent and influential.

Jenny had been unwise to repeatedly provoke Esther.

Satisfied, Esther was pleased to have her friend on her side and see Jenny being criticized simultaneously,

effectively killing two birds with one stone.

Jenny furiously pointed at the shop assistant and demanded shakily, “Tell me, think looks better in this gown?”

who do you

“I think… it’s Miss Esther… Also, Mister Richard added four million five hundred thousand dollars to his membership

card before they arrived.”

Pearl smiled, appreciating Richard’s indirect assistance during this crucial moment.

“How dare you! You’re ganging up on me. I’m going to report this to the media and have the public condemn you!”

Her threat nearly made Pearl burst into laughter. “Well, you can do that, but it’s unnecessary.‘

Jenny lifted her chin in arrogance, assuming Pearl was afraid. “Oh, you’re scared. In that case, be sensible and give

me the gown.”

“No, I’m not scared, but I designed this gown. I can revoke its selling rights at any time.”

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Jenny’s face darkened as a result. “What did you say? You designed this?” Though she was surprised, she was

skeptical due to Pearl’s numerous similar claims in the past.

“Yeah, I designed this. Do you think I’d lie to you?”

However, it was a rejected piece. The genuinely exquisite items were displayed in Cerubleu’s underground

exhibition hall at the headquarters, untouched and unworn, tailored specifically to Pearl’s measurements, making

them unattainable for most people.

“Why didn’t you mention that you designed it earlier? Tsk, I’m sure you’re lying.”

Coldness gleamed in Pearl’s eyes. “Miss, can you get your boss?” She smiled at the shop

assistant.