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

she purposely dressed so flamboyantly and luxuriously, mainly to piss off those who gossiped behind her

be regressing, becoming more and more

him to take these away. I’ll

Mr. Reed. He won’t listen to me.”

her phone

Liam asked, “Did you pick out

not wearing a dress”

be wearing dresses at the birthday party,

would I want to dress like a peacock at someone

the studio that Owen

A fool?

Mr Reed of Quantum, who dared talk to

really had

Owen remained impassive

dresses would cost a pretty penny, let alone buying them. If

a fool, he got off easy

in a sack, you’d still attract attention. Others are made by their clothes, but you make the clothes.”