Chapter 1611 Twelve Million!
- “I think this white dress looks good. Take it down and let her try it.”
- The salesgirl swallowed her irritation and told Osmond Lestrange, “Sir, you know our clothes are pricey. She can try them on, sure—but if you don’t buy, that’s on you.”
- Osmond handed her a card without blinking. “Run it first. I need to confirm the size.”