NovelEnglishChapter 888: Before Carrie could finish, Aliza interjected, "Carrie, are you suggesting Miss Hinks doesn't have a figure as fine as yours?" She appeared to defend Alethea, her tone indignant as she continued, “Just because you have the Morrison family's support here doesn't mean you can behave as you wish. Miss Hinks is from Egoshire. Here, we show greater respect to our guests. I could overlook you competing withfor the dress and making remarks about my figure because I'm just an ordinary person, but Miss Hinks has a perfect figure, and still, you continue to behave cruelly." Carrie dismissed her comments and turned directly to Alethea. "I didn't mean it that way. If you like the gown, I can ask the designer to adjust it to your size. However, it might take a couple of days to be ready." Alethea raised her hand, holding the gown briefly before letting it drop. The dress fell to the floor. Without hesitation, Alethea stepped directly on it, fixing Carrie with a cold gaze. "Who do you think you are? Why would I wear something you've worn?" The designer, witnessing this, began to sweat nervously.
Alethea's action had effectively ruined the million-dollar gown. Even without visible damage, Carrie could never wear something that had been so disrespected.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe designer stood frozen, her eyes brimming with distress as she looked at Carrie, unable to find the right words.
Carrie's gaze swept over the scene-the designer's trembling frame, the expensive gown lying discarded at Alethea's feet, and finally, Alethea herself.
Carrie's voice was soft but firm when she spoke. "If you don't want it, there's no need to make things difficult for others. The designer's entire annual incmight not even be enough to cover the cost of that gown." Aliza, who had been clinging to Alethea's arm moments ago, instinctively let go. A step back. Then another.
She had only approached Alethea out of convenience—partly to befriend her, partly because she assumed they shared a common dislike for Carrie. Alethea had seemed like a useful ally.
But now? With talk of responsibility and compensation, Aliza wasn't so sure anymore. Even if she wanted that gown for herself, her family would never approve of such an extravagant purchase—let alone paying for damages.
Just as she was about to distance herself further, she bumped into something—no, someone. A broad chest. "What's going on?” a deep, magnetic voice rumbled above her head.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAliza turned sharply, her breath catching as she looked up to see Kristopher staring down at her, his sharp gaze unreadable.
His face was flawless-cold, composed, effortlessly striking. Even without any trace of warmth, his presence alone was enough to make a woman imagine concern, even affection.
Aliza took a second too long to react, then straightened up and spoke softly. "What are you doing here?"
Kristopher's voice was calm, almost indifferent. "Your mother said youn went shopping alone. Your father is dry for busy with company matters, so I cto accompany you."
m At that, a pleased expression flickered across Aliza's face.
Kristopher, however, barely spared her a glance before his eyes swept across the room sharp as a blade. "What happened? Did someone bully you?"
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