Chapter 846 An Inferior


    Alice was adamant that Amber’s dress was the brand’s way of privileging her.


    The question of why the brand would give Amber the privilege never crossed her mind.


    All she knew was that once she had it, she could bully the brand into taking back the dress.


    In short, if she couldn’t get what she wanted, she couldn’t let anyone else get it, especially Amber.


    Amber looked at Alice’s smug expression with disgust.


    The manager was also speechless. She twitched the corners of her mouth and replied, “Miss Alice, I’m


    sorry, but we can’t take back the dress, and Miss Reed has no privileges.”


    “What?” Alice’s face froze and she looked very funny.


    Amber sat down, put the dress aside, and without trying on it, she picked up the half-finished coffee


    and continued to taste it.


    “How is that possible?” Alice finally came to her senses and shook her head unwillingly, “How is it


    possible that she, who doesn’t have VIP status, gets to dress with one of your top designers without


    giving her the privilege? Are you kidding!”


    Her voice sharpened.


    The manager frowned and grew impatient, “I’m not lying. Miss Reed has no privileges. As you said,


    The Goldstone Co. does not make money, and Miss Reed does not have enough money to spend 100


    million on our brand. Therefore, our brand does not like Miss Reed and will not give her any privileges.


    But Miss Reed has a boyfriend behind her, Mr. Farrell! Miss Reed doesn’t have that kind of money, but


    Mr. Farrell does. Mr. Farrell is a VIP of a lot of luxury brands, including our brand, so of course we can


    design a dress for Miss Reed.”


    Then the manager looked apologetically at Amber as she calmly sipped her coffee, “Miss Reed, I’m


    sorry for what I said.


    What she just said was very offensive.


    She hoped Miss Reed would not be angry, or she would be in trouble if Mr. Farrell was to me her.


    Amber put down her coffee cup and looked up at the somewhat apprehensive manager, “It’s okay.


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    You’re just telling the truth, and I don’t have a problem with that.”


    The manager was telling the truth. Goldstone Co. was a group with a bit of a reputation in Olkmore


    City, and it was at the bottom.


    To put it mildly, Goldstone Co. was a conglomerate, but to put it bluntly, Goldstone Co. was just a


    biggerpany, far from being a conglomerate. After all, only apany with multiple subsidiaries


    could be considered a conglomerate.


    Goldstone Co. sold off several of its subsidiaries six years ago, and now had just two or three. The


    reason why the group had retained its title was that it had not changed. Goldstone Co. was apany,


    not a conglomerate, if you really counted it.


    Goldstone Co. had no ce in Olkmore City, much less in the country or the world. So, it was not


    surprising that a century-old luxury brand would despise her as the chairman of a smallpany.


    She could hardly be offended by it, for she had always been self-aware.


    And she did get the dress because of Jared.


    She didn’t want to, but the owner of the mall party she was going to was a big fan of the haute couture


    brand, who wore it both in her everyday clothes and in her formal dress for various events.


    When she wanted to win a piece of the store’s tform, she had to start with the proprietress.


    She did not know her, and her way of acquainting herself with her was by her tastes.


    The owner’s favorite thing was to wear the clothes of this brand and collect all kinds of bag decorations


    of this brand. That was why she chose this brand instead of buying dresses of light luxury brands in the


    shops where she usually bought dresses.


    Of course, even if she chose a generic dress from the brand, she must wear a unique dress that was


    not avable on the website. Only in this way could she attract the attention of the proprietress and use


    the dress as a medium to connect with the proprietress.


    But to get such a dress, she had to contact the designer of the brand and let the designer himself


    design for her.


    As Alice said, she was not a VIP, and certainly not qualified for the brand to design her own dress.


    Then she thought of Jared and, using Jared’s credentials, finally got the brand to say yes.


    Of course, she paid for it herself.


    Jared tried to pay for her, but she refused.


    This dress was worth $2 million, and once she spent it, her bank ount would be empty again.


    But if she could get the tform, it didn’t matter. After all, the money woulde backter.


    Alice had no idea what Amber was thinking. She was stunned when the manager told her that Amber’s


    VIP status was Jared’s.


    Jared! Jared!


    Yeah, how could she have forgotten him?


    They were back together!


    Alice was biting her lower lip, her face twisted with resentment.


    How did this happen? How did this all happen?


    She didn’t understand.


    Every time she felt that the n was progressing as she thought it would, and sometimes the results


    were visible.


    But why was it that every time it came down to the wire, the result was the opposite?


    Was Amber Reed god’s own daughter?


    She always managed tond on her feet!


    Amber was a little bored by Alice’s suspicious and angry attitude.


    She picked up her dress and got up again, “Now, Miss Alice, do you want to steal my dress? If you still


    want to rob me, I.....”


    “You must be kidding me.” Alice clutched the armrests of the wheelchair and looked at Amber with a


    forced smile and hatred in her heart, “It’s your dress. How dare I keep taking it? If I keep robbing, I’m


    afraid you’ll never let me go, will you?”


    Amber raised her eyebrows and then smiled, “Now that Miss Alice has figured it out, I will not care


    about miss Alice’s rudeness to me. After all, this is a public ce, and it is not good to make a big


    scene. Well, it’s gettingte, I should go and try on my dress, Miss Alice, help yourself.”


    With that, she took the dress and walked straight past Alice toward the dressing room.


    Alice stared after her, her eyes scarlet, as if she wanted to eat her.


    This bitch, how arrogant she was!


    She behaved as if she were talking to servants and lowlifes.


    This bitch, talking about her like that, it was a tant attempt to demean and humiliate her.


    Just wait, one day, she would kill this bitch, and...


    Alice narrowed her eyes viciously, swearing fiercely.


    The manager looked at her and frowned ufortably and asked, “Miss Alice, Miss Reed has gone to


    try on her dress. Would you like to see anything else?”


    “No.” Alice looked up at the manager coldly, “Your dress is way out of my reach.”