Chapter 294: Chapter 294

Vera Wave stood up and leaned in to whisper something into Wang Xiaoya’s ear.

Wang Xiaoya nodded initially, then looked at Vera, stunned.

"Are... Are you sure?"

Vera leaned back on the table.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Xiaoya softly nodded. "Okay, but I can only deliver the message. I... I can’t guarantee if they will come or not."

Vera placed her hand on Wang Xiaoya’s shoulder. "No matter what the outcome is, I’ll treat you to grilled meat!"

"You better stand by your word."

"OK!" Wang Xiaoya straightened up. "I’m off now." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel·fire·net

「Jin City Apartment.」

Irene Spencer looked at the dress in her hand, raised it as if to throw it away, then picked up another from the rack. She held it up against the mirror, then tossed it aside too.

The floor next to her was piled high with discarded clothes, resembling a small mountain.

"Damn it!" She threw a designer dress onto the floor, mumbling angrily, "Why isn’t there a single piece of clothing I can wear!"

Anabel Wilton, standing at the entrance of the walk-in closet, was speechless. Irene’s wardrobe is larger than my own bedroom and has enough clothes to open several boutiques, yet she’s claiming to have nothing to wear!

"Irene!" Anabel walked over to her side. "Aren’t these the clothes you just bought from Paris?"

"What do you know?" Irene frowned at the clothes on the rack and continued to rummage. "This meeting is of utmost importance. My clothes need to be understated yet friendly, and also accentuate my figure."

"How about... this one?" Anabel took a casual outfit from the hanger. "It’s both casual and friendly. The short style shows off your waistline—very seductive! Isn’t that what Vera Wave likes to wear?"

As soon as she heard this, Irene was immediately interested and turned to look at the outfit in Anabel’s hand.

A moment later, Irene was dressed.

She turned left and right, checking herself out in the mirror.

The T-shirt and denim skirt outfit was nice enough on its own, but on Irene, it made her look like mutton dressed as lamb.

Anabel had already lost her patience, so she flattered insincerely.

"It looks good—so innocent and youthful. With a touch of Korean-style makeup, you’ll surely look even more adorable than Vera Wave."

She’s already tried on eighty outfits! If this continues, I’ll spend my entire night just tidying up this madam’s walk-in closet instead of getting anything else done.

Irene was entirely overwhelmed by the array of clothing and couldn’t tell which one looked better anymore. Swayed by Anabel’s words, she vainly twirled before the mirror.

"Okay, this one it is. Lucy Clark, get me a facial mask and paint my nails."

Anabel breathed a sigh of relief, fetched a facial mask, and walked over to the sofa to help Irene apply it.

With her eyes closed, enjoying the cool sensation of the mask, Irene began to speak again.

"Find a way to leak the news."

"You... you want me to leak the news about your meeting with Mr. Cooper to the journalists?" Anabel asked uncertainly. "But didn’t he tell you to keep a low profile? What if he finds out? Won’t he be angry?"

Anabel found it baffling. Kris Cooper had finally, with great difficulty, taken the initiative to ask Irene Spencer out. Yet, Irene was intent on doing things this way.

"So what if he finds out? It’s not like I’d know if journalists were tailing me!"