My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

She placed her hand on her forehead and whispered in my ear, "What I meant is that this man and Evan are on the same level. They have a much higher social status than ordinary people, but they are not the real boss. Think carefully about the clothes Hendrix usually wears."

At the mention of that, I had never really noticed what brand of clothes Hendrix usually wore, so I said, "The clothes Hendrix wears are usually custom-made, and they are all of the same colors. There seems to be nothing special about them."

That was true. He was always wearing black. That was probably the reason why all of his clothes were specially customized.

She snorted and continued, "Do you think custom-made clothes are not as expensive as the luxury branded ones? The cost of the designer's labor alone is extremely high. Besides, the designer will be doing everything himself, from finding the best tailors to the embroidery. Therefore, its value cannot be measured. Besides, his clothes are completely unique to his own. The designers are not allowed to sell the design and rights of those clothes to others without permission. In other S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

words, there is only a piece of that outfit in the whole world."

I frowned and stopped talking. I hadn't learned about those things in detail. Evan was in charge of all the clothes Hendrix wore every day. To me, clothes were just things to cover our body. It didn't matter if they were worth tens, hundreds or tens of thousands of dollars. As long as they were comfortable, there was no need to care about the price.

The ten-million-dollar box was eventually bought by the man in the suit. To me, the box didn't have such a value at all. All I wanted was to open the box.

the suit. I think he would also be curious about whether the Twin Box

know much about them, so I prepared to leave after looking at them for

she needed to help

stopped by someone once we stepped

wait

the man who had just bought the

asked, "Miss, can I treat you to a cup

sideways at Evan and thought that he must have

indicating that I could accept his invitation. I nodded, looked at the man and asked,

Balton," he said with a faint smile that carried a sense

"My name is

and gestured, "Miss

coffeehouse and took a seat. The elegant and charming female barista was creating