Chapter 675

Camille arrived at her design studio only to find Elva sitting rigidly, as if awaiting a verdict.

“Are you the wife of Mr. Chambers?” she inquired with a touch of surprise.

Elva, flustered, rose to her feet. “Ms. Camille,” she corrected, her voice a soft tremor.

Camille’s gaze swept over the woman before her. She had expected the grand dame of the Chambers family to be an epitome of sophistication and brashness. But the reality was quite different.

Elva was clad in a simple white power suit with her hair pulled back into a neat chignon. Despite the impeccable makeup, it couldn’t mask her pallor and the weariness in her eyes.

“Mrs. Chambers, please take a seat,” Camille offered, her voice even.

She had come with a grudge against the Chambers Group but seeing Elva, the anger just wouldn’t surface. Instead, she decided to wait and see what card Elva would play.

“Ms. Camille, I know it’s quite presumptuous of me to come unannounced, but I really need your help to design an evening gown,” Elva pleaded urgently. “Money is no object. Whatever others can offer, I can double, triple it. I just need you to make a dress for me. Please,”

“Mrs. Chambers, I’m just a designer, Camille chided gently, noting how Elva’s hands trembled around her teacup, her eyes glazed over. “But you should know, ever since my studio opened, we’ve operated strictly by appointment. No one can bypass this rule.”

a sudden, soft thud Elva had collapsed to

Chambers! What are you doing?” Camille exclaimed, rushing to

eyes caught sight of bruised and bloodied skin beneath the sleeve that had ridden up

her mother enduring humiliation and abuse at the hands of the

get a dress from you because only a creation by you can truly stand out. No one else’s work is even worth considering,”

this. Stand up and let’s talk,” Camille said, her voice hoarse as she tried to maintain composure. “I’ll help you, let’s take your

Elva’s reddened eyes as she clung to Camille’s hand. “Thank you, truly, thank you so

assistants dismissed, it was just the two of them. Camille took Elva’s measurements and selected three

think of these three? If they’re not to your liking, I can find

consideration, Elva clutched a forest green gown close, as if fearing Camille might change her

perfect as bespoke. They might need adjustments. Why don’t you try it on and I’ll make the alterations

Elva stepped into the fitting

a bottle of

thud from the fitting

Chambers? Are you alright? Mrs. Chambers?” Camille called out, her voice laced with

answer came, she feared the worst and broke into the

Chambers!” she cried

half–dressed, revealing a back marred by old

with her own jacket, gently lifting her up, and pinching her head to

Chambers, wake

eyes fluttered open,

her voice filled with urgency and concern, asked, “Mrs.

as she turned away,

you?” Camille’s eyes blazed with barely

herself as she prepared to flee. “I’ll transfer the money for the dress, and my assistant will pick it

her, “Mrs. Chambers! Domestic abuse will never stop once it begins! You know better than anyone the humiliation and pain you’ve been enduring all these years!

can at least survive.

real dead–end! Mrs. Chambers, there’s still time

slammed shut before she could

A thought began to form

pulled in,

my God, mom, what kind of dump has this little witch picked out? It’s so out of the way, the drive here was a total nightmare!” complained a woman stepping out of the car, dressed in a pink lace dress that screamed suburban chic. Her

was Camille’s half–sister,

penny–pinching brat is probably saving up for her own wedding gift or something,” followed a plump, middle–aged woman with a pinched face and eyes that seemed perpetually arched in disapproval. It was Eunice’s mother, Mrs. Evert. “This so–called ‘renowned designer‘ is just a title she’s given herself, laying the groundwork to snag a wealthy husband. As if anyone reputable would want her once they know about her illegitimate background. To marry her? It would be a stain

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