"Haha! You've got a point, Mom!" Jamie furrowed her well-trimmed brows. "But I still don't get why we didn't hire a top-notch designer for my wedding gown. Why settle for this woman's help? It's ridiculous."

"Ah, my dear daughter, there's more to it than meets the eye."

Lydia held Jamie's arm and said seriously, "Your father's success in business stems from his ability to allocate resources wisely from a young age.

"Having Rose design your wedding dress serves several purposes. Firstly, it would be a waste not to utilize her skills. Secondly, it's a subtle way for your father to assert his authority over her. She needs to understand her place in the Emerson family.

"She may be an Emerson, but she would always be beneath you. She would have to suck up to you for the rest of her life."

With a meticulously crafted plan in mind, Lydia and Jamie made their way through the entrance.

"Hi, do you have an appointment?" The assistant approached them.

"Appointment? What for? This little establishment is not that upscale. No need for formalities." Jamie sneered and rolled her eyes.

demeanor turning frosty. "Ms. Emerson doesn't entertain unannounced guests. Madam Clarissa from the Schmidt Group was turned away earlier because

and Jamie exchanged surprised glances. They couldn't believe someone from the Schmidt Group would come

Emersons held some social sway, they paled in comparison to the

here to see her. She'll surely come down to greet us." Unable to meet Rose, Lydia was forced to reveal

I'm

them icily. "I've worked for Ms. Emerson for many years, and I know her like the back of my hand. Ms. Emerson mentioned that her mother is the only living

Lydia's expression darkened instantly.

Jamie's rage boiled over,

up their spines, accompanied by the relentless echo of

and Jamie shuddered

an imposing man in a

uncontrollably as if it might leap from her chest. He was

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