The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

When Roza arrived at her design studio, she saw Coral sitting stiffly, waiting.

"You're Mrs. Iverson, right?"

Upon hearing Roza's words, Coral hurriedly got up. "Yes, M-Ms Walker."

Without further words, Roza scanned the woman in front of her up and down. She felt somewhat surprised by the woman before her. As the eldest young madam of the Iverson family, Roza thought Coral would be elegant and assertive. However, that was not the case. Coral only wore a simple white suit, and her hair was neatly tied up. Although she had makeup on, it failed to conceal her weary spirit.

"Mrs. Iverson, please have a seat."

Initially, Roza came here with resentment toward Coral. However, she could not bring herself to act rashly after seeing Coral's condition. So, she decided to wait and see what Coral would do. "Ms. Walker, I know my visit is abrupt and presumptuous, but I hope you can help me design an evening gown."

Coral pleaded eagerly, "Money is not an issue. Whatever others can offer, I'm willing to pay double or triple that price. It's not a problem. But please make an evening gown for me! I beg you!" "Mrs. Iverson, I'm just a designer. Please don't use such strong words."

teacup. Coral's eyes were glazed, and her mental state

able to bypass this rule. If everyone could cut in line, it would severely delay our schedule and compromise the quality of our work. It's not just about our reputation but

slumped down and kneeled on the ground before

doing?!" Roza exclaimed in surprise, rushing forward to help Coral

lifted the

her

when she was younger. Her mother had

only your designs truly stand out. Others simply don't compare

trembled uncontrollably. She was on the verge of crying. "If you refuse to help me... I'll kneel here all day

do this. Please stand

measurements now and see if any of our ready-made dresses fit you." Coral grabbed Roza's

assistants, leaving only Coral