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Chapter 773: Miss Alice, how do you feel about this dress? the stylist asked, her tone unusually serious.

She held up a silver-white gown, encrusted with sparkling diamonds.

The lace was exquisitely crafted, a high-end evening dress from Vrinings top luxury brand.

The combined value of the other dresses didnt even come close to this one.

Lets go with this one, Allison nodded and said.

Its truly a stunning dress.

As the stylist helped her into the gown, she smiled and said, This dress is called Saint Leahs Messenger.

Its very form-fitting, but it looks like it was made just for you.

Her voice wasnt loud, but Jareth, waiting in the living room, heard every word.

He couldnt help but laugh under his breath.

As an illegal immigrant, no matter how beautiful, she couldnt possibly be a Saint Leahs Messenger.

Yet, his thoughts were quickly shaken.

Allison stepped out in high heels, her earrings gleaming, though they were no match for her natural glow.

The legendary dress seemed like just an accessory on her.

With her delicate and elegant makeup and outfit, Allison looked every bit the goddess.

Mr.

Williamson, I think were ready to go, Allison said, unsure of what he was thinking.

She watched him carefully.

I hope this doesnt look too bad, right? Jareth was taken aback for a moment, then snapped back to reality.

Its beautiful, and its certainly presentable.

He thought, without a doubt, that the silver chain on her forehead made her look like a goddess with a halo.

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Shaw is waiting.

Alice, follow me, he said.

Alright, thank you, Allison replied.

She then followed him to the parking lot.

Through the tinted windows of the sleek black car, a mans silhouette could just be made out inside.

When the car door opened, Verruckts tall figure stepped into view.

Now you look like someone from a noble family, he said, leaning against the car with his right knee slightly bent.

He watched her with interest.

It was the first time Verruckt had ever given a woman an evening dress.

The dress he had chosen for her fit perfectly.

Allison looked at him, her expression innocent.

So, Mr.

Shaw, does that mean youre happy with it? Their eyes locked, and Verruckt gave a smirk.

Just barely, but this dress is truly stunning.

His voice was low as he opened the car door.

Get in.

Allison smiled with gratitude, saying, Thank you, Mr.

Shaw.

If it werent for you, I wouldnt be wearing such a beautiful dress.

She had just settled into the passenger seat and was about to fasten her seatbelt when a firm hand reached over to do it for her.

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