Chapter 62: Personalized Customization
Sophia never looked back at them from beginning to end.
A single glance was enough to make me feel sick, so I acted as if they didn’t exist.
She lowered her head and said to the designer, “Take in half an inch at the waist…”
Seeing her ignore herself, Ava immediately became infuriated and instantly hatched a plan:
“I wanted that dress, told her to take it off immediately!”
The designer next to him quickly spoke up:
“Madam, this dress was tailored specifically to Ms. Cruise’s measurements, I’m afraid it might not fit you well. Moreover, in terms of style, this dress is more suitable for younger women…”
Sophia’s facial features and aura were of a bright and bold style, capable of pulling off such clothes.
Ava was rather short and thin, with sharp, harsh features. Despite her best efforts to maintain her appearance, her age showed and she could not match Sophia’s natural elegance.
If she had dressed more conservatively, she would have had the elegance of a noblewoman.
The clothes on Sophia didn’t suit her.
But as soon as the designer’s words fell.
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Ava’s gaze turned cold, her voice sharp:
“What did you say, did you say I’m too old to wear this?”
The designer was momentarily at a loss: “.
The nearby Sandra couldn’t help but laugh out loud:
“Couldn’t you understand human language? Why are you pretending to be clueless? Do you know what ‘custom–made‘ means? Given your age and figure, you should choose something that suits your age and temperament!”
Ava stood up angrily, “You are really rude!”
“I never had respect for people who don’t respect their elders!”
Sandra retorted immediately.
Emelia looked at Sophia, unable to resist speaking:
“Ms. Cruise, would you say something? Do we really need Pierce to personally greet you over such a trivial matter?”
She carried a hint of provocation and pride.
Assuming that by moving Pierce out, Sophia would no longer feel embarrassed to fuss over a piece of clothing.
As a result, Sophia seemed to have not noticed the hidden meaning in her words.
She merely traced her lips lightly, her voice cold and indifferent:
“Go look at yourselves in the mirror. Even if you want to take something from others, you should see if you’re worthy of it.”
Probably, being publicly humiliated by Sophia, he felt that he had lost
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face.
Ava’s face turned blue with anger, pointing at her:
“Sophia, don’t be too arrogant. You were once so desperate to marry into the Clement family that you would have knelt before me. You’ve lived a life of luxury in our house for too long. Now that you’re
divorced and hanging around with other men, you dare to treat me like this?”
Unable to help herself, Sandra curled her lip and stepped forward, saying:
“Pampered? Mrs. Clement looked at Sophia as if she was ordering a servant around, ‘Are your servants pampered at your home?““‘
Was she living in the lap of luxury?
It was absolutely hilarious!
Her days in the Clement family were not much better than a servant’s, and in Ava’s eyes, she probably thought it was her great fortune accumulated over eight lifetimes to step into the door of the Clement family!
Sophia turned around speechlessly, a hint of mockery in her eyes as she looked at Ava, and said nonchalantly:
“Marrying Pierce, I regretted it so much that my guts turned green, it was just a piece of clothing after all…”
She paused, a smile brimming in her eyes. Just when Ava thought she would compromise and give in, she bluntly dropped a sentence:
“I simply wouldn’t allow it.”
She said as she went straight in, took off her clothes, and instructed
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the designer:
“The size was adjusted, send it directly to me.”
“Yes, Ms. Cruise.”
The designer dared not delay.
Sophia came out and left, one after the other, with Sandra.
Sandra couldn’t help but look back at Ava and Emelia, who were so angry that their faces turned pale, and chuckled lightly:
“Some people really think they’re old princesses, assuming everyone should pamper them. Maybe Mrs. Clement should spend her time seeing a psychiatrist?”
“You guys…”
Ava’s face turned pale with anger, she couldn’t catch her breath, and then she fainted.
Emelia frantically called Pierce using Ava’s phone.
Upon learning that Ava had fainted out of anger because a piece of clothing was snatched from her.
He began to speak, his voice slightly lowered:
“Give the phone to the manager, I spoke with him.”
The influence of the Clement Group was deeply rooted and complex, no one would dare to disrespect Pierce.
Emelia chose her words carefully:
Actually, you can’t really blame the store manager, after all, it was Ms. Cruise who took it away, wasn’t it?
“She was, after all, once a daughter–in–law of the Clement family. She showed no respect when she saw her aunt, and even let her friends insult her aunt. I was angry just watching it…”
Pierce feil silent, frowning.
“It was her…”
Emelia quickly responded, “Yes, that was really too much just now. Pierce, why don’t you help Auntie get her clothes back?”
Emelia eagerly handed the phone to the store manager.
The store manager carefully picked it up, initially with a deep grudge, but after listening to Pierce’s words, the difficulty on the manager’s face disappeared.
He nodded repeatedly with a smile in response.
Subsequently, the phone was hung up.
Emelia turned her head to look at him.
The store manager quickly said:
“Mr. Clement had instructed us to take his wife to the hospital, he said he didn’t care about the clothes anymore.”
Emelia’s eyes widened in disbelief, her hands unconsciously clenching.
She held her breath, not arguing anymore?
The store manager quickly instructed the staff to call 120, and had Ava sent to the hospital.
They were already very confused about the fact that they didn’t send Emelia to the hospital immediately, but instead chose to complain.
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Looking back now, it seemed that Mr. Clement had known who Emelia was all along.
Emelia had followed all the way to the hospital and stayed by without taking a single step away.
He was afraid that he wouldn’t be the first person Ava saw when she woke up.
The next morning.
Ava had just woken up when Emelia immediately pounced on her, crying.
“Auntie, it’s all my fault, I failed to protect you, allowing you to be humiliated by Sophia to the point of fainting…”
Only then did Ava slowly recall what had happened, her face ashen as she scanned the hospital room:
“Where was Pierce?”
“Pierce, he…”
Before the words had even fallen, Pierce and the doctor pushed the door open from outside.
“Mrs. Clement had a bit of low blood sugar, she just needed to be a little careful in the future.“.
The doctor gave Ava a quick check–up and then left.
Emelia stood by, her eyes red and tearful as she looked at Pierce, a hint of sorrow and resentment in her gaze.
“Pierce, you haven’t been answering my calls lately, are you avoiding me?”
Pierce glanced at her, saying indifferently, “Too busy.”
After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Ava:
“Are you feeling better?”
Ava was satisfied with his indifferent attitude towards Emelia, after all, she also looked down on this woman.
“No good, you have the nerve to come see me. That Sophia has really turned the world upside down after her divorce, opposing me at every turn. This time, she even wants to fight over clothes with me. If you don’t help me get this revenge, you’re not my son!”
Pierce’s expression was calm and indifferent, his voice devoid of any discernible emotion:
“It was just a piece of clothing, there was no need to fuss over it. I had already instructed them to send any new styles to you first in the future.”
Ava nodded in satisfaction.
Emelia couldn’t help but speak up as she watched Pierce casually brush off the matter:
“But this time she went too far. If I don’t do something, wouldn’t it seem like Auntie is easy to bully?”
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