Chapter 1697

"Haha! You've got a point, Mom!" Jamie furrowed her well-trimmed brows. "But I still don't get why

we didn't hire a top-notch designer for my wedding gown. Why settle for this woman's help? It's

ridiculous.”

"Ah, my dear daughter, there's more to it than meets the eye."

Lydia held Jamie's arm and said seriously, "Your father's success in business stems from his ability to

allocate resources wisely from a young age.

"Having Rose design your wedding dress serves several purposes. Firstly, it would be a waste not to

utilize her skills. Secondly, it's a subtle way for your father to assert his authority over her. She needs

to understand her place in the Emerson family.

"She may be an Emerson, but she would always be beneath you. She would have to suck up to you

for the rest of her life."

With a meticulously crafted plan in mind, Lydia and Jamie made their way through the entrance.

"Hi, do you have an appointment?" The assistant approached them.

"Appointment? What for? This little establishment is not that upscale. No need for formalities.”

Jamie sneered and rolled her eyes.

The assistant frowned, her demeanor turning frosty. "Ms. Emerson doesn't entertain unannounced

guests. Madam Clarissa from the Schmidt Group was turned away earlier because she didn't have an

appointment.”

Lydia and Jamie exchanged surprised glances. They couldn't believe someone from the Schmidt

Group would come to Rose's shop to custom-make their clothes.

Though the Emersons held some social sway, they paled in comparison to the Schmidts, one of the

four great families.

"Ahem... We're Rose's family. Kindly inform her that her relatives are here to see her. She'll surely

come down to greet us.” Unable to meet Rose, Lydia was forced to reveal her identity.

"Huh? If that's the case, I'm afraid I can't let you in."

The assistant regarded them icily. "I've worked for Ms. Emerson for many years, and I know her like

the back of my hand. Ms. Emerson mentioned that her mother is the only living relative she has. The

rest of her family has passed away.”

Lydia's expression darkened instantly.

"Passed away? How could that bitch say that?" Jamie's rage boiled over, and she hurled an insult at

Rose.

A sudden chill crept up their spines, accompanied by the relentless echo of imposing footsteps

drawing closer.

Lydia and Jamie shuddered and whirled around.

Approaching them was an imposing man in a dark uniform, his sharp gaze fixed upon them.

Jamie stared at him blankly, momentarily transfixed. Her heart raced uncontrollably as if it might

leap from her chest. He was so strikingly handsome that she felt an inexplicable urge to scream.

Previously, she had always thought her fiancé was handsome. She proudly flaunted pictures of him

everywhere, basking in others’ compliments. But compared to this man, her fiancé paled in

comparison.

Alas, there would always be someone more superior.

"And who might you be?" the assistant asked, puzzled.

Silas glanced at Jamie, who had just cursed Rose, with a cold stare.

Lydia trembled and instinctively pulled Jamie closer.

After a brief moment, Silas retracted his gaze and smiled at the assistant. I've come to collect two

suits Ms. Emerson has finished for me. She informed me they were ready, so I'm here to pick them

up."

With that said, he turned and sauntered over to a nearby couch, crossing his legs as he settled in.

His eyes lingered on Lydia and Jamie as though observing a captivating spectacle.

Silas added, "Please take care of your business first. Once you're finished, attend to my needs. I'm in

no rush."