Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 422:

But despite her words, her expression was laced with unmistakable regret.

Brian studied her. “Do you like it that much?”

“This is a limited-edition piece from a renowned designer. It was launched overseas just last week, and only one of each size was released here.”

Tracy kept her tone even, but her meaning was crystal clear—she wanted this dress.noveldrama

“Then try it on.”

His words caught everyone off guard.

“Brian, Rachel is already wearing it,” Natalia protested before anyone else could.

“Yeah, this isn’t fair,” Tracy chimed in. “I know you want me to have the best, but I don’t want to take away what Rachel loves.” What a hypocrite!

But Brian wasn’t joking. His expression remained firm. “It hasn’t been bought yet, has it? Try it on first.” Then, he turned his gaze to Rachel, his expression giving nothing away.

“What do you say, Rachel Marsh?”

“I’m just wondering—what right do you have to make demands of me?” Rachel met his gaze head-on.

As a boss? Or an ex-boyfriend?

Brian’s expression remained impassive, but his voice carried a distinct chill.

“I’m your boss. That should be enough of an answer.”

Right.

How could a mere manager like her defy the company president? Without so much as a glance in Brian’s direction, Rachel strode straight into the fitting room.

When she reemerged, she handed the clothes directly to Tracy. “Have a lovely time with your secretary, my dear president.” Her tone was light but laced with sarcasm.

“Natalia, let’s go.”

Rachel didn’t wait for a response, already making her way toward the exit.

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Natalia hesitated, torn between wanting to stay longer with Brian and standing by her friend.

After a brief internal struggle, loyalty won out.

“Brian, I really do like you, but you’re being way too cruel to Rachel.” With that, she turned and hurried after Rachel.

Because of what happened with the dress, Natalia couldn’t shake her unease about the party that evening.

She sprawled on the sofa, looking utterly defeated.

Sensing her mood, Rachel spoke up. “Let’s go to the party.”

“I thought you weren’t planning to go.” Natalia tilted her head, surprised.

“I’m not,” Rachel admitted, then met her gaze. “But you want to, don’t you?”

Natalia hesitated for a moment before nodding.

Rachel reached out a hand. “Then let’s go.”

“Are you really coming with me?” Natalia asked, her eyes lighting up.

Rachel assured her, “I’ll be right there with you.”

Natalia was easy to read. Her emotions always showed on her face.

Rachel knew that if she refused, Natalia would probably back out too.

At exactly seven, they arrived on time.

The party was set at an outdoor villa, glowing with warm lights. The air buzzed with conversation, the sound of clinking glasses blending into the hum of music.

The moment they stepped inside, Natalia’s eyes began darting around, scanning the crowd for Brian.

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