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?”

had no

mainly to piss off those who gossiped behind her

be regressing, becoming more and

wearing these. Call Liam and tell him to take these away. I’ll just pick something from my

perhaps you should call Mr. Reed.

phone and

the call connected, Liam asked, “Did

wearing a dress”

said, “Everyone will be wearing dresses at the birthday party, you should too. It’s etiquette.”

Why would I want to dress like a peacock at someone else’s birthday party? You’re such a fool!”

people from the studio that Owen brought were all

A fool?

Quantum, who dared talk to him

woman really had guts!

Owen remained impassive

would cost a pretty penny, let alone buying them. If Madam knew, she would

Reed was just a fool, he got off

in a sack, you’d still attract attention.