My Rich Hot and Infertile or Maybe Not Husband

Just as they were chatting, the front door opened.

In walked Owen, followed by several others, each carrying two or three sets of dresses wrapped in dust covers, lining up in the living room.

“Madam, these are the dresses that Mr. Reed picked out for you. Please see if you like any. If not, I can have someone select others.”

Celeste fell silent

Trisha’s mouth formed an ‘O, “Is this how you guys pick out dresses at home?

Celeste pressed her temples, feeling a headache coming on “Owen, today is Clair’s birthday. Do you think it’s appropriate for me to wear these? Won’t be stealing someones thunder?”

Owen also felt helpless, “I reminded Mr. Reed, but he said that flamboyance is your style. He even asked me to bring all your jewelry for you to choose from, suggesting you wear dozens of pieces.”

With that, he signaled the people behind him to open the boxes they were holding, revealing dazzling arrays of jewelry.

Celeste couldn’t believe this was happening.

Trisha’s ‘O‘ expression grew wider, then she closed it

She turned to ask Celeste. “Did you always dress this extravagantly for parties?”

no answer.

when she was young and immature, she purposely dressed so flamboyantly and luxuriously, mainly to piss off those who gossiped behind her back. Now she had matured.

seemed to be regressing,

Liam and tell him to take

you should call Mr. Reed. He won’t

up her phone and dialed Liam’s number.

asked, “Did

not wearing a

dresses at the birthday party, you

wearing the ones you sent. Why would I want to dress like

studio that

A fool?

of Quantum, who dared talk

woman really had

Owen remained impassive

them. If Madam knew, she would probably nag at Mr. Reed for days.

said Mr Reed was just a fool, he got off easy

a sack, you’d still attract