Chapter 880 The White Gown

Josie suddenly chuckled lightly, asking the designer, “Am I beautiful?”

The latter was taken aback and quickly replied, “Of course! You’re gorgeous! It has been a long time since I’ve seen a customer wear a gown so well.”

Josie’s usually understated beauty was now intentionally accentuated, and it was breathtaking and impossible to ignore.

Inside the small room, a television was broadcasting the morning financial news.

Dexter sat in front of the camera, calmly explaining the various details of his collaboration with the Olsen family. Camera flashes kept going off, but he remained composed throughout.

When reporters asked questions, he parried with them effortlessly, using subtle means to handle even the most tricky of questions.

As expected, he had publicized his collaboration today.

Josie had her clothes put away and left in her gown, saying, “Thank you.”

Morgan’s car had been waiting at a nearby junction for quite some time. He was casually playing a game on his phone, not paying much attention to his surroundings. That was until Josie came over and leaned, down to knock on his car window.

Morgan looked up, and once he did, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Her hair was all swept back, secured with a deep blue hairpin. Pearls dangled from silver threads, swaying with her movements. She looked like a talented lady who had just stepped out of a vintage painting of olden-day Southern Rivodia.

tongue against his cheek, clicking his tongue lightly. He opened the car

his opinion. She asked, “Where are the things I

at the item in the passenger seat it was the

the biggest art gallery in Wavery. By the time they arrived, guests had

bow! “This is a gift for

had she finished speaking than a

line of luxury cars came to a halt, and the first to step out were Mark and Claudia, both of whom were dressed with great care

but she still exuded a certain aura of elegance, thanks to her training as a socialite from a young age.

latter always had to attend events she didn’t. enjoy, and playing hooky was never

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“Good heavens, Dexter?”

get out of

seems the

as they descended from another car. Every gesture he made exuded nobility and elegance. Dressed in a

situation, he was holding Heather’s hand.

and also wore a white gown. Her

Heather revealed a shy smile.

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