Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

After Cecelia left the Heath residence, Irene walked into the living room and respectfully asked, “Miss Meyer, have you made your decision? If you are not satisfied with anything, we will do our best to modify it until you are satisfied.”

Charlotte sat down on the couch and pointed to the dress that Cecelia had just picked out for her before she left.

“Just that one, it’ll do. You don’t have a better designer? Forget about the engagement, you can’t be so perfunctory when I get married. Let your chief designer design it for me personally.” She had an arrogant face, written with dislike, and her tone was unkind.

Irene bowed her head and took the lecture, “Yes, Miss Meyer is right. Don’t worry, with enough time we will be able to fix it to your satisfaction.”

“Really? Are you accusing me of not giving you enough time?” Charlotte raised her voice in dissatisfaction.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“No, no, how dare I? I’m sorry, I was wrong, and Miss Meyer is right to remind us that this is a dereliction of duty. I’m sorry for making you unhappy, please forgive me.” Irene kept apologizing on the surface, but in her heart, she didn’t care. Charlotte only gave them three days in total, and the requirements were so high that even the gods couldn’t do it. In order to catch up with the work, they hadn’t slept for three days.

“Leave the clothes we’ve chosen, and take the rest away.” Charlotte waved her hand impatiently and gave the order of expulsion.

Irene murmured behind her, “Yes, Miss Meyer.”

She then rushed to call the staff who came with her, and together they packed up their clothes and left the Heath residence.

After walking away, she turned back and spat, cursing, “It’s true that she grew up in an orphanage, and with power, she can’t change her poor, petty taste. I’ve met many famous women, and what’s so great about her? Our chief, who is a world-renowned designer, only produces one piece of the best a year, and it’s not your turn. The daughter of the Heath family, heh, you are still a Meyer, and you are never a Heath.

“Hey, it is Mrs. Heath who is sensible and I thought she was so elegant at first glance. Unfortunately, unfortunately, the daughter does not look like her mother at all. Huh, they don’t even look similar.”

“Hey, cut the crap, beware of surveillance!” The porter warned.

“What’s wrong with a few scoldings? You didn’t even see her bullying attitude, it’s infuriating!”

Irene cursed and straightened her clothes, boarded the minivan and left with the porter and driver.

Charlotte sat at home for a while, feeling a little bored and looking for something to do to pass the time. She remembered that there were still some accessories for the venue setup and jewelry earrings to pick up, so she took out her phone and dialed Ricky’s number.

“Ricky, you pick me up, I want to go to Skymall.”

“Okay, Miss Meyer,” Ricky agreed immediately.

It didn’t take long for him to drive the Hummer military vehicle to the front door of the Heath residence.

Charlotte walked out in a loose puffy dress with an expensive crocodile bag in her hand.

She stepped into the car and Ricky personally buckled her in, his large hand deliberately running across her chest, conveying ambiguity.

Since Luther’s car accident, he had deliberately kept his distance from Charlotte for some time in order not to attract attention and keep suspicion away. Now he felt even more itchy in his heart.