Chapter 477


    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


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    will be able to fix it to your satisfaction."


    "Really? Are you using me of not giving you enough time?" Charlotte raised her voice in


    dissatisfaction.


    "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 nce. Unfortunately,


    unfortunately, the daughter does not look like her mother at all. Huh, they don’t even look simr."


    "Hey, cut the crap, beware of surveince!" 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 essories 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, hisrge hand deliberately running


    across her chest, conveying ambiguity.


    Since Luther''s car ident, 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.