Chapter 13 Shocking Words

• Florence was taken aback upon hearing this, jumping in surprise!
• "What?
• "Iris, you got married?
• "To a convict?"
• Iris frowned and gave Sam a disgusted glare.
• She then raised her index finger to her lips and whispered to her best friend, "Lower your voice. There are so many people here. Watch your image."
• "I don't care about my image anymore. My best friend is in deep trouble!
• "Iris, what's happening?"
• Florence looked frantic, grabbing Iris's sleeve and shaking it wildly.
• Iris didn't want to continue this conversation. She whispered softly, "Marc is a good person and treats me well. His past doesn't matter anymore."
• "Let's drop it. I'll explain everything another day. Today isn't the right time."
• Florence sighed helplessly, deeply concerned for Iris.
• He glanced at Marc, who remained calm and stared at him intently.
• "I warn you, treat my Iris well."
• Florence said sternly, "If you make her unhappy, my lethal scissor skills aren't just for display!"
• With a scissor gesture, he conveyed a subtle but firm threat.
• This girl is quite interesting.
• Marc chuckled, nodding in agreement.
• With a smile playing on his lips, Sam draped his arm around Florence's shoulder and said loudly, "Let's go, darling. I'll take you to Feast Western Restaurant.
• "Let's enjoy some authentic Western cuisine that common folks can't afford."
• Hearing this, Iris's disdain towards Sam deepened even more.
• She looked down the most on these rich second-generation types who rely on family wealth to belittle others.
• They lacked real skills yet had a strong sense of entitlement.
• If it weren't for their wealthy dads, what would they be?
• Noticing her friend's displeasure, Florence gave Sam a meaningful look.
• "This is my dear best friend. Could you watch your words a bit?" Florence said.
• Sam shrugged indifferently. "Fine, forget I said anything."
• Florence said, "I'm going shopping with Iris. If you get hungry, go ahead and eat on your own."
• Sam grinned and said, "Then I'll join you shopping. Just let me know if you find something you like—I'll be your personal ATM."
• Florence smiled, feeling content inside.
• While Sam could be a bit overbearing, there was no denying his family's wealth.
• Her own family background was quite ordinary, so she had always hoped to marry into wealth.
• Iris looked at her best friend's blissful expression, hesitating to speak her mind.
• She wanted to warn her about Sam's unreliable nature.
• However, it appeared her friend was in the midst of a head-over-heels romance phase, where practical advice might not be welcome.
• To bring up her concerns abruptly would serve no purpose and could potentially strain their friendship.
• After much deliberation, Iris reluctantly swallowed her words and kept her thoughts to herself.
• They arrived at a boutique clothing store.
• Iris halted in her tracks, her eyes locking onto the display window with evident fondness.
• In the display hung a white cocktail dress.
• Its texture was luxurious, and its design was remarkably fresh and distinctive.
• Wouldn't such a dress look stunning on her?
• The idea of buying it crossed Iris's mind irresistibly.
• Her eyes lowered to glance at the price tag.
• $19,470!
• Iris couldn't help but let out a small sigh and turned to walk away.
• Clothes at this price were beyond her wildest dreams.
• After taking a few steps, a gentle hand grasped her wrist.
• She looked back to see Marc gazing at her with fondness, smiling softly. "If you like it, why not go in and try it on?"
• "Oh, come on!"
• Sam sneered, his face full of disdain as he loudly exclaimed, "Just a few dishes at lunch, and you're already like this!
• "A dress worth over 15 thousands, and you want to try it on?
• "You can't even afford the straps on that dress. What are you pretending for?"
• Florence shot Sam a disapproving look. Why did he have to speak so harshly?
• And as for Marc, couldn't he just behave normally after coming out of prison?
• Did he really need to make a spectacle of himself like this? No wonder Sam found reasons to laugh at him!
• Florence speculated that Marc was likely trying to impress her because he found her attractive—typical of men ...
• Iris had initially wanted to pull away from Marc, but upon hearing Sam's words, she inexplicably followed Marc into the store.
• She had always been strong-willed from a young age and refused to appear weak in front of someone like Sam.
• Turning back now would only fuel his arrogance even more.
• As for Marc, he didn't even see Sam as worth his attention.
• He was a ruler in his own right, a king among men. How could he stoop to the level of a mere ant?
• It was like a majestic lion on the savannah, never bothering to contend with a stray dog.
• Doing so would only lower his standing.
• "Hello, could you please bring out this dress? My wife would like to try it on," Marc politely addressed the store attendant upon entering.
• The attendant, a young woman exuding a higher class of elegance compared to others in the store, didn't rush to respond.
• Instead, she scrutinized Marc with a discerning gaze before speaking.
• Upon seeing him dressed in casual attire from an ordinary brand, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disdain.
• "I'm sorry, sir," the attendant said with a professional smile, her words carrying a hint of sharpness. "This dress is a masterpiece by Master Lyra Ember and a prized possession of our store. It's not available for just anyone to try on."
• In truth, the dress had already been reserved by someone else. Her remark was subtly aimed at criticizing Marc's audacity.
• Marc didn't bother to argue with her, but instead asked with mild surprise, "So, this dress is designed by Lyra?"
• You at this level, know about Lyra? What a joke.
• The attendant smirked inwardly.
• However, she kept her composure and simply nodded, saying, "Yes."
• Florence looked intrigued as he nudged Sam with his elbow.
• "Darling, do you know who this Lyra is?" Sam furrowed his brow and scratched his head.
• "I remember there's a second-tier model, her name seems like Lyra."
• Florence stumbled, nearly taking a nasty fall.
• Sh*t! Was this guy for real?
• What a clueless idiot! What nonsense was he spouting?
• The attendant couldn't help but chuckle, quickly covering her mouth and turning away.
• "Sorry, sorry, I just found out today that I'm pregnant," she said.
• "So I'm feeling ... a bit excited.
• "I'm really sorry, hahaha ... "
• Sam was completely puzzled. What were these people laughing about?
• "Who is that? Isn't she a car model?"
• Marc shook his head and softly said to Iris, "Lyra is a renowned fashion designer in China, who graduated from the International Academy of Fine Arts.
• "Her creations are distinguished by their simplicity, elegance, and relaxed demeanour.
• "With soft contours and clean hues, she expresses a pursuit of romantic love.
• "Take this piece, for example the gentle shoulder line, the uplifted shoulders, and the skirt supported by an underskirt.
• "Inspired by Greek mythology, it captures enduring allure with its flowing, refined pleats.
• "It shapes an hourglass figure, embodying a lazy yet playful feminine persona.
• "Created by Lyra, it embodies a typical romanticism with a contemporary and innovative flair, yet infused with many classic elements.
• "Honey, this dress suits you perfectly," Marc concluded after his explanation.
• Iris's face gradually lit up with a smile akin to blooming spring flowers. Like a vibrant peony in full bloom, her expression exuded both surprise and pride.
• Her eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and pride.
• It was hard to imagine such eloquence coming from Marc!