Chapter 81
Chapter 81
After pausing for a moment, Emma regained herposure.
She then sneered and a hint of disdain shed in her eyes.
She had underestimated the situation. Initially, she thought Olivia’s clothes were high–end custom–
made pieces. Onlyter did she realize that what Susan had called “only one piece” was probably just
something her family’s tailor stitched together.
Back when the Hushe Republic was much poorer, it wasmon for families to buy fabric and sew
their own clothes at home.
But now in the modern world, there were still people making their own clothes. How impoverished must
they be!
Emma found it amusing and a mocking curve formed at the corner of her mouth. “So unique. Was it
made by the master who hems pants at the vige entrance?”
Susan hadn’t anticipated that someone like Emma, a socialite, would speak so sarcastically.
She felt speechless. “Miss Emma, have you seen the clothes Olivia wears? Could the master who
hems pants at the vige entrance have such techniques?”
Emma was taken aback. She did pay quite a bit of attention to Olivia’s. clothes. Otherwise, she
wouldn’t have used clothes as a topic of discussion. It was strange when she thought about it. She
knew Olivia wore clothes from street vendors, with no brandbels. Yet, she couldn’t seem to help
herself from looking at her clothes.
She found them distinctive and good–looking.
At times, after staring for a while, Emma even despised and said to herself, “You’ve stared at cheap
street vendor clothes for so long, your taste has really fallen.”
Now, hearing Susan’s words, Emma realized Olivia’s clothes were indeed quite unique in terms of
design and craftsmanship.
Susan continued, “Miss Emma, you’re a socialite. Your taste should be quite refined. How could you
not even recognize the brand of Olivia’s clothes? Is that because there are nobels or logos on them?
It’s an Italian handmade brand, Bosman.”
Bosman.
The smug mockery in Emma’s eyes was instantly shattered, and they were reced by a profound
shock.
Bosman? It’s actually Bosman!
Bosman was the world’s top–tier brand, renowned for its pursuit of quality. They did not putbels on
their clothes, and their garments were incrediblyfortable to wear. Not only that, Bosman frequently
coborated with several other top brands internationally, creating joint collections.
In other words, even top–tier brandsmissioned Bosman to produce clothes, but they would only
produce one piece.
Bosman’s clothes were very expensive and extremely rare. Olivia herself only had three Bosman
pieces, which she treasured.
Now, Susan was telling her that Olivia’s entire wardrobe was filled with Bosman pieces.
Emma couldn’t believe it and instinctively retorted, “Are you making this up? How is it possible that
everything is Bosman?”
Susan nodded. “Yes, I misspoke.”
Emma felt relieved, but then Susan continued, “Bosman only makes outerwear. Olivia’s undergarments
are all made by the workshop in her family. Look at the white T–shirt she’s wearing, for instance. There
are hardly any seams visible, and it fits like a single piece of fabric on her body. It is extremely smooth
and soft.”
It seemed that Susan wasn’t satisfied with merely provoking Emma. She went on and said, “I heard
that this is a craftsmanship lost for over a century. It’s even eligible for intangible cultural heritage
status. The tailors in the workshop are all elderly people from Olivia’s family, and this tradition has been
passed down for centuries. I once saw a pair of home pants at Olivia’s ce, embroidered with
patterns that looked just like the real thing.”
“You’re lying!” Emma didn’t believe it. She hung up the call with a m and ran out to find Lynn.
During Olivia’s stay with the Taylor family, the servants washed her clothes, and Lynn had some of
Olivia’s clothes.
When she saw Emmaing to ask for Olivia’s clothes, Lynn, who had always been gentle, looked a
bit embarrassed. She awkwardly took out a white T–shirt from her own wardrobe.
She exined in a low voice, “Miss Emma, it’s not that I intentionally hid Olivia’s clothes. It’s just that
these clothes are sofortable. They feel like you’re not wearing anything at all when you put them
on!” She mumbled, “I don’t know where she got them from. I never expected street vendor clothes
could be of such good quality,”
Because the clothes were sofortable, Lynn didn’t give them back to Olivia. She secretly kept them
for herself and wore them as pajamas every night.
Speaking of which, these clothes were reallyfortable. They were smooth and cool against the skin,
and they seemed to have magical effects.
Previously, Lynn had developed numerous small red bumps on her back and neck. After wearing this
piece of clothing for a while, all the red bumps on her back had miraculously disappeared.
It was truly extraordinary.
Lynn kept mentioning the magical aspects of the clothes to Emma.
The more Emma listened, the heavier her heart grew.
In the end, after checking the white T–shirt and examining several other coats, Emma waspletely
overwhelmed.
She really owned clothes from Bosman.
Although the white T–shirt wasn’t from Bosman, its craftsmanship was even more exquisite. Even
Emma, who considered herself well–versed in fashion, couldn’t identify the fabric used for the shirt.
She just felt that it was incrediblyfortable to wear, making it hard to let go of.
Olivia was moved to the basement. It was a storage room. There was no bed inside, and the room was
filled with dust.
She did not care too much. She found a clean ce to sit down and leaned against the wall to rest.
Just as she closed her eyes, she heard a rustling sound from the door of the room.
Immediately, the door swung open.
Instinctively, she looked up and met the sudden appearance of a magnified handsome face.
It was Daniel.
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Olivia stood up abruptly, her eyes wide with an inexplicable shock. Her beautiful phoenix eyes widened,
and this caught Daniel’s attention, making him itch to reach out and touch them.
“Why are you here?” Olivia stuttered slightly, taken aback by the surprise.
This wasn’t an easy question to answer. Daniel’s gaze shifted slightly as he calmly asked in return, “I
called you several times. Why didn’t you
answer?”
Olivia’s attention was quickly diverted. Her phone had been taken by Amelia and not given back to her.
As she was thinking about her phone, Daniel quietly surveyed the environment around them. When he
noticed the cobwebs in the corner and the dust on the floor where Olivia had been sitting. A sh of
fierceness crossed his eyes.
The person he cherished and loved so deeply had been treated this way. A wave of viciousness
suddenly surged in his heart. He took a deep breath, struggling to control the intensity of his emotions.
He moved closer to Olivia, his gaze skimming over her pale lips. It felt as though a thread of pain was
constricting around his heart, suffocating him.
However, Daniel was an expert at masking his emotions, and he didn’t let Olivia see anything unusual.
His expression remained calm andposed.
He informed her, “I looked into that hotel. It belongs to Yunice. He, along with Emma and Yvonne,
plotted to frame you.”
“It’s really Yvonne,” Olivia murmured, understanding the situation. But then, her gaze turned deeper.
These were her problems, but why was Daniel so concerned about them? First, he had investigated
Yunice and now infiltrated the Taylor family’s mansion at night. His concern for her had already
transcended the boundaries of friendship.
Olivia turned to face Daniel directly and asked, “Daniel, why are you helping me?”