Chapter 62: Personalized Customization

Sophia never looked back at them from beginning to end.

A single glance was enough to make me feel sick, so I acted as if they didn’t exist.

She lowered her head and said to the designer, “Take in half an inch at the waist…”

Seeing her ignore herself, Ava immediately became infuriated and instantly hatched a plan:

“I wanted that dress, told her to take it off immediately!”

The designer next to him quickly spoke up:

“Madam, this dress was tailored specifically to Ms. Cruise’s measurements, I’m afraid it might not fit you well. Moreover, in terms of style, this dress is more suitable for younger women…”

Sophia’s facial features and aura were of a bright and bold style, capable of pulling off such clothes.

Ava was rather short and thin, with sharp, harsh features. Despite her best efforts to maintain her appearance, her age showed and she could not match Sophia’s natural elegance.

If she had dressed more conservatively, she would have had the elegance of a noblewoman.

The clothes on Sophia didn’t suit her.

But as soon as the designer’s words fell.

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Ava’s gaze turned cold, her voice sharp:

“What did you say, did you say I’m too old to wear this?”

The designer was momentarily at a loss: “.

The nearby Sandra couldn’t help but laugh out loud:

“Couldn’t you understand human language? Why are you pretending to be clueless? Do you know what ‘custom–made‘ means? Given your age and figure, you should choose something that suits your age and temperament!”

Ava stood up angrily, “You are really rude!”

“I never had respect for people who don’t respect their elders!”

Sandra retorted immediately.

Emelia looked at Sophia, unable to resist speaking:

“Ms. Cruise, would you say something? Do we really need Pierce to personally greet you over such a trivial matter?”

She carried a hint of provocation and pride.

Assuming that by moving Pierce out, Sophia would no longer feel embarrassed to fuss over a piece of clothing.

As a result, Sophia seemed to have not noticed the hidden meaning in her words.

merely traced her lips lightly, her voice

the mirror. Even if you want to take something from others, you should see

publicly humiliated by Sophia, he felt

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face.

turned blue with anger, pointing at her:

family that you would have knelt before me. You’ve lived a life of luxury in our

around with other men, you dare to

curled her lip and stepped forward,

at Sophia as if she was ordering a servant around, ‘Are your servants pampered

the lap of

absolutely

in Ava’s eyes, she probably thought it was her great fortune accumulated over eight lifetimes to step into the

turned around speechlessly, a hint of mockery in her eyes

it so much that my guts turned green, it was just a piece of

when Ava thought she would compromise and give

wouldn’t allow it.”

said as she went straight in, took off her clothes,

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the designer:

was adjusted, send it directly to me.”

“Yes, Ms. Cruise.”

dared not

left, one after the

help but look back at Ava and Emelia, who were so angry that their faces turned

really think they’re old princesses, assuming everyone should pamper them. Maybe Mrs. Clement should spend her time seeing

“You guys…”

she couldn’t catch her breath, and then

frantically called Pierce using Ava’s

out of anger because a

his voice slightly lowered:

the manager, I spoke with

of the Clement Group was deeply rooted and

her words carefully:

you can’t really blame the store manager, after all, it was

She showed no respect when she saw her aunt, and even let her friends insult her aunt. I was angry just

silent, frowning.

“It was her…”

that was really too much just now. Pierce, why don’t you help Auntie get her clothes

the phone to the store manager.

initially with a deep grudge, but after listening to

with a smile in response.

the phone was hung up.

her head to look at him.

store manager

the hospital, he said he

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