Chapter 142


    Chapter 142


    Harper and I had been to this mall before. Once, we wanted to go in and have a look, but as soon as


    the sales associates saw our clothes, they wouldn’t let us in.


    Only the wealthiest were allowed into these stores, and each store employed a security guard wearing


    a ck suit to stand at the door. Every store here was for a luxury designer, from Chanel to Hermes to


    Louboutin.


    Jackson took me straight to a specific store, and everyone there gushed over him. I wasn’t sure if they


    actually knew him or just knew who he was. He had them fit me with a custom-made dress, a pair of


    hand-made crystal-encrusted shoes, and aplete makeup set.


    He’d brought Camille with us, and her eyes widened when he saw Jackson spending so much money


    on me.


    I endured Camille’s re; I would have my own price to pay for all of this tomorrow at the office.


    After the salesgirlpleted my makeup and made sure my dress was adjusted just right, she opened


    the curtain with a


    swoosh.


    Sitting on the sofa and looking down at his phone, Jackson


    subconsciously looked up when he heard the sound of the curtains being slid open.


    The custom-made strapless dress fully disyed Taya’s exquisite figure; it clung to her waist and


    outlined her perfect


    curves.


    Perfectly rounded breasts were perky in the dress, and his eyes were drawn to her cleavage.


    The exposed skin was so white that it was glowing. There were no ws at all.


    Her delicate makeup made her look refined and elegant, entuating her lips, eyes, and cheekbones.


    However, the look in her eyes was indifferent, with a trace of… despair?


    Yes, despair. This was the feeling Jackson felt every time their eyes locked.


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    He’d finally found the word to describe her eyes. It turned out that she was desperate.


    What on earth had happened to her that made her feel so desperate?