Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 621 Charlotte patted Winnie on the shoulder, exchanged a quick glance with her, and then turned to leave the makeup studio. She and Winnie were still being followed by Ethan. As soon as they entered the mall, Charlotte spotted him immediately. But that was exactly what she expected. Ethan was like a famished hunting dog; once he caught a scent, there was no way he wouldn't follow. Perfect. She needed to have a word with him anyway. Charlotte strode out of the makeup studio, heading straight for the second floor, where the luxury women's fashion stores were.

Ethan hesitated for a moment, saw Winnie still getting her makeup done, and then reluctantly fell into step behind Charlotte. Charlotte browsed through several shops, but the store clerks were thoroughly indifferent. It was understandable-these were all high-end luxury stores, and she was dressed plainly, without a designer bag in sight. Naturally, none of the salespeople were willing to assist. She tried to get their attention for a few pieces she liked, but the response was always a curt, "Just a moment," leaving her standing there. ---- One store, two stores, three...

thirty minutes passed, and Charlotte hadn't even been able to try on a single outfit she liked. Ethan had initially been watching from the sidelines for amusement. Seeing her struggle, he felt a small, dark thrill. But the longer he watched, the more uneasy he became. These salespeople had gone too far. Even if Charlotte wasn't placing a big order, there was no reason to treat her so poorly. More importantly... Charlotte was the very person he intended to use in his revenge. Letting some store clerks bully her like this didn't suit his style.

After a moment's thought, Ethan reluctantly called a salesperson he knew personally. Meanwhile, Charlotte was still being ignored. She had her eye on a black-and-white bow dress with a short plush jacket, a perfect little-chanel style ensemble. It was elegant enough for a formal dinner but practical enough for daily wear. Practicality was Charlotte's first priority when shopping. With winter approaching, the jacket would keep out the chill. But this store was the highest-end boutique Charlotte had entered so far. Her neglect by the staff felt even harsher here.

Half an hour had passed without a single salesperson approaching. ---- Just as she glanced at the time and prepared to leave, a female sales associate hurried over. "Hello, miss, are you interested in this outfit?" The woman held the very set Charlotte had been looking at. In addition, she had brought two other ensembles from the same collection. "Yes," Charlotte nodded, glancing briefly out the window. The entire hall was empty. "! apologize for the busyness today. I'll assist you personally.

You can try this set first, and if it doesn't suit, I'll find other styles for you." The saleswoman's enthusiasm was palpable. She personally led Charlotte to the VIP fitting area on the second floor, complete with tea and snacks. Charlotte knew exactly what this meant-this was treatment reserved for top-tier VIPs. She smiled. "I'm not a regular here." "That's fine," the saleswoman replied. "New customers are welcome. Today happens to be a special treat." The effort in her words was faintly strained, but Charlotte didn't ---- call it out.

Under the attentive service, she entered the fitting room. Every outfit carried a hefty price tag, the least expensive around five thousand-far beyond Charlotte's budget. But she tried them all anyway. As expected, her instincts didn't fail her. While every piece was elegant and playful, the first outfit she had noticed was, without a doubt, the most striking.