The Woman From Hell

It really was a small to medium-scale dinner party compared to the larger ones Theo and I attended before. Indeed, it was not as good.

However, it could be considered impressive, much better compared to those ragtag kinds of dinner parties.

Delia pulled me along as we weaved through the crowd, and we managed to reach a relatively deserted place.

"They don't seem to be here yet. Let's wait here," Delia said as she looked toward me. She looked me over. "Wanda, this dress of yours looks to be from Pleasant Couture." Pleasant Couture?

I was slightly surprised to hear the name. Pleasant Couture was famous for evening dresses, and their designers were all well-known figures within the industry. How many celebrity models would pay handsome prices just to wear high-end clothes from Pleasant Couture? How could I be wearing one of them?

Frowning, I shook my head. "It's probably not. It's just a gift from a friend. It might just be the style."

I did not believe Marius would be so generous that he would gift a luxurious high-end dress to a woman.

"But it looks really similar. Let me show you." Delia fished out her phone and showed me the latest dress on Pleasant Couture's official website. "See, it's this one. The more you look at it, the more it looks like it."

I took her phone and zoomed in on the photo. It really was the same. I felt the material of the dress on my body. It was very comfortable and felt expensive. Could Marius have really forked out such a big sum of money? I leaned closer to the phone and stared at the dress again. Tens of thousands of millions...

I dared not look any further.

I hurriedly returned the phone to her. "Impossible. It's just similar."

Even if I were to be beaten to death, I would not believe that Marius had given me a million-dollar dress.

Grant will let you wear a million-dollar couture piece. Wanda, I'll be off

how rich I was, I would

I was startled by a voice behind me. I turned around and saw a middle-aged

seem to be a familiar face around here, Miss." He looked me up and

was a banquet, and I could not be rude.

long ago, so

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don't know each

Orange... Well, I haven't heard of it. Let's get acquainted. I'm Gorden Lane, the

business card from his coat pocket and handed

could not refuse it even if

and accepted it. Odorem? I had not heard of that company

lady not reciprocate with her

"Ah, yes."

to give my business cards

smiled slightly. "President Lane, I appreciate

"You're welcome," Gorden replied,

hand on purpose when accepting my