Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 81

After pausing for a moment, Emma regained her composure.

She then sneered and a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.

She had underestimated the situation. Initially, she thought Olivia’s clothes were high–end custom–made pieces. Only later did she realize that what Susan had called “only one piece” was probably just something her family’s tailor stitched together.

Back when the Hushe Republic was much poorer, it was common for families to buy fabric and sew their own clothes at home.

But now in the modern world, there were still people making their own clothes. How impoverished must they be!

Emma found it amusing and a mocking curve formed at the corner of her mouth. “So unique. Was it made by the master who hems pants at the village entrance?”

Susan hadn’t anticipated that someone like Emma, a socialite, would speak so sarcastically.

She felt speechless. “Miss Emma, have you seen the clothes Olivia wears? Could the master who hems pants at the village entrance have such techniques?”

Emma was taken aback. She did pay quite a bit of attention to Olivia’s. clothes. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have used clothes as a topic of discussion. It was strange when she thought about it. She knew Olivia wore clothes from street vendors, with no brand labels. Yet, she couldn’t seem to help herself from looking at her clothes.

She found them distinctive and good–looking.

At times, after staring for a while, Emma even despised and said to herself, “You’ve stared at cheap street vendor clothes for so long, your taste has really fallen.”

Now, hearing Susan’s words, Emma realized Olivia’s clothes were indeed quite unique in terms of design and craftsmanship.

Susan continued, “Miss Emma, you’re a socialite. Your taste should be quite refined. How could you not even recognize the brand of Olivia’s clothes? Is that because there are no labels or logos on them? It’s an Italian handmade brand, Bosman.”

Bosman.

mockery in Emma’s eyes was instantly shattered, and they were replaced by a

Bosman? It’s actually Bosman!

the world’s top–tier brand, renowned for its pursuit of quality. They did not put labels on their clothes, and their garments were incredibly comfortable to wear. Not only that, Bosman frequently collaborated with

Bosman to produce clothes, but

were very expensive and extremely rare. Olivia herself only had

her that Olivia’s entire wardrobe was filled with Bosman

retorted, “Are you making this up? How is it possible

“Yes, I

the workshop in her family. Look at the white T–shirt she’s wearing, for instance. There are hardly

even eligible for intangible cultural heritage status. The tailors in the workshop are all elderly

it. She hung up the call with a slam and

Taylor family, the servants washed

been gentle, looked a bit

in a low voice, “Miss Emma, it’s not that I intentionally hid Olivia’s clothes. It’s just that these clothes are so comfortable. They feel like you’re not wearing anything at all when you put them on!” She mumbled, “I don’t know where she got them from. I never expected street vendor clothes

Olivia. She secretly kept them for herself

They were smooth and cool against the skin, and

bumps on her back and neck. After wearing this piece of clothing for a while, all

It was truly extraordinary.

the magical aspects of the clothes to

Emma listened, the

and examining several other coats, Emma

owned

the white T–shirt wasn’t from Bosman, its craftsmanship was even more exquisite. Even Emma, who considered herself well–versed in fashion, couldn’t identify the fabric used

was incredibly comfortable to wear, making

moved to the basement. It was a storage room. There was no bed inside, and the room