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."

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

Roza spoke softly, "But my studio has always operated on an appointment basis since its opening. No one has ever been able to bypass this rule. If everyone could cut

finish her sentence, Coral suddenly slumped down and kneeled on

exclaimed in surprise,

as she lifted the woman, she

and blood marks adorned Coral's exposed forearm, where her sleeves had inadvertently rolled

monster, or her so-called "father" abusing her mother when she was younger. Her

because only your designs truly stand out.

She was on the verge of crying. "If you refuse

don't do this.

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

her staff and assistants, leaving only Coral and herself