She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 941

Following the sound, Melanie saw a middle-aged woman stepping forward with a graceful, elegant stride.

She appeared to be in her forties, but her radiant complexion and flawless figure betrayed an immaculate grooming routine. Every movement she made exuded the poised sophistication of classic aristocracy.

Her hair was swept into a pristine updo, and she wore a ginger-yellow embroidered Classical Bespoke Gown.

Though it was made of cotton, the texture was extraordinary, and the intricate embroidery of birds, flowers, and marine life was beautifully unique.

The woman's makeup was understated, but her commanding aura was undeniable.

The moment she approached, she brought with her a wave of undeniable superiority that was downright intimidating.

"Were you the one who just spoke?"

Cynthia Vance pinned Elara with a gaze as sharp as a blade.

Elara was currently outnumbered, but even if she couldn't take on Melanie and Preston, she certainly wasn't going to be cowed by some random shop owner.

"I said it. So what? Am I wrong? The dresses in your store are incredibly dreary and outdated!"

Elara stood her ground, arguing with a false sense of self-righteousness.

The only reason she was even here was that she had to accompany Alistair to a themed banquet tomorrow night.

Elara had never worn such a gown before, nor did she have any interest in them.

She had asked her mother for advice, and Chloe had recommended this particular boutique in Averin, claiming it was globally renowned for its vintage designs.

Yet, walking in, Elara had been thoroughly disappointed.

Even though every piece carried an astronomically high price tag, she thought the entire place was wildly overrated.

"Just look at them! One after another, is there even a single decent color?"

Elara roughly yanked one of the gowns off the rack.

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