"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 sess 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 ce 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 n 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.


    The assistant frowned, her demeanor turning frosty. "Ms. Emerson doesn''t entertain unannounced


    guests. Madam rissa from the Schmidt Group was turned away earlier because she didn''t have an


    appointment."


    Lydia and Jamie exchanged surprised nces. They couldn''t believe someone from the Schmidt


    Group woulde to Rose''s shop to custom-make their clothes.


    Though the Emersons held some social sway, they paled inparison to the Schmidts, one of the


    four great families.


    "Ahem... We''re Rose''s family. Kindly inform her that her rtives are here to see her. She''ll surely


    come down to greet us." Unable to meet Rose, Lydia was forced to reveal her identity.


    "Huh? If that''s the case, I''m afraid I can''t let you in."


    The assistant regarded 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 rtive she has. The rest


    of her family has passed away."


    Lydia''s expression darkened instantly.


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    "Passed away? How could that bitch say that?" Jamie''s rage boiled over, and she hurled an insult at


    Rose.


    A sudden chill crept up their spines, apanied by the relentless echo of imposing footsteps drawing


    closer.


    Lydia and Jamie shuddered and whirled around.


    Approaching them was an imposing man in a dark uniform, his sharp gaze fixed upon them.


    Jamie stared at him nkly, momentarily transfixed. Her heart raced uncontrobly as if it might leap


    from her chest. He was so strikingly handsome that she felt an inexplicable urge to scream.


    Previously, she had always thought her fiancé was handsome. She proudly unted pictures of him


    everywhere, basking in others''pliments. Butpared to this man, her fiancé paled in


    comparison.


    s, there would always be someone more superior.


    "And who might you be?" the assistant asked, puzzled.


    Ss nced at Jamie, who had just cursed Rose, with a cold stare.


    Lydia trembled and instinctively pulled Jamie closer.


    After a brief moment, Ss retracted his gaze and smiled at the assistant. I''vee to collect two suits


    Ms. Emerson has finished for me. She informed me they were ready, so I''m here to pick them up."


    With that said, he turned and sauntered over to a nearby couch, crossing his legs as he settled in. His


    eyes lingered on Lydia and Jamie as though observing a captivating spectacle.


    Ss added, "Please take care of your business first. Once you''re finished, attend to my needs. I''m in


    no rush."