Chapter 13
Marry My Ex’s Uncle After Rebirth
Chapter 13
The car pulled to a halt in front of Instate Plaza. The butler Connor spun around, informing Stephanie, âThis is Jacasterâs top shopping center, Mrs.
Fletcher
âThank you, Connor. Why donât you take a break and explore a bit? Iâll be fine on my own,â Stephanie suggested, offering a friendly smile.
âMrs. Fletcher, itâs my duty to assist with your purchases and ensure your safety, especially after the incident at the concert. I couldnât forgive myself if anything were to happen to you,â Connor insisted with a grave tone.
Seeing the sincerity in Connorâs eyes, Stephanie hesitantly agreed to let him stay by her side,
She made her way to the third floorâs womenâs section and stepped into Style Jazz Couture, preferring to shop from her own line.
A sales associate greeted her with a professional smile. âWelcome to Style Jazz Couture! How can I assist you today?â
âIâd like to look around a bit first.â Stephanie replied, her simile just as measured.
âOf course, Iâm here if you need any help,â the associate offered.
As she browsed through the selections, Stephanie texted: [Iâm at Style Jazz Couture. You here yet?
A swift reply came: Iâm on my way!]
The next second, a woman clad in a striking red gown sauntered in, her curly hair cascading down to her waist, sunglasses perched on her nose, and a silk scarf tied elegantly around her neck, radiating allure.
The sales associate moved to greet her, but the âwoman,â with a raspy voice, declined, âI prefer to look around by myself, thank you.â She made a beeline
for Stephanie
Trying
g to hide her amusement, Stephanie continued perusing the dresses as the âwomanâ leaned in and whispered, âBoss, do I look pretty today?â
âYouâre the belle of the mall, though your feet might give you away,â Stephanie teased.
Giovanni cleared his throat, complaining.â
âYou always find something to tease me about. By the way, the Fletchers have put up a 100 million-dollar bounty on your head.â
âI see. Go ahead and take the orders. Weâll do it on Saturday,â Stephanie said nonchalantly.
Giovanni agreed, âAlright. But boss, this whole marriage bet with Vincent really caught me off guard.â
Stephanie looked at him, saying, âItâs not a bet. Youâll understand.â She handed him a clear bag with white pills, instructing, âGet these tested. I need to know what theyâre made of as soon as possible.â
âIâll head out then,â Giovanni announced, before pointing to a cream-colored dress, âThat one looks like it was made for you.ââ
Stephanie watched him depart, and then turned her attention to the dress heâd recommended. âHeâs got an eye. Itâs definitely one of Juliannaâs designs.â
As she reached for it, another hand s**d the dress first. It was Lucianna Sutton, a former schoolmate and underling of Florence, grabbing the dress.
Lucianna, who had risen from humble beginnings/was extremely obedient toward Florence,
Over the years, she had become a D-list actress under Florenceâs wing and now worked for Fantasy Entertainment.
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Stephanie remembered that in her previous life, Lucianna was diagnosed with AIDS and had infected multiple men.
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Behind Lucianna stood Liam Sawyer, the CEO of Construction Depot, known to Stephanie as one of the men impacted by Luciannaâs future diagnosis.
Lucianna sneered, âLook who it is, if it isnât Stephanie. I heard about your struggles abroad. And now you show up here, acting all wealthy. How could someone like you step into?â She turned to the sales associate, questioning, âHas Style Jazz Couture dropped its standards? Letting just anyone in now? Iâll take this dress. Charge it to my cardâ
Liam, eager to impress, offered his card to the associate, his glance at Stephanie smug. âLucia, pick whatever you like. Itâs on me.â
Covering her mouth with a giggle, Lucianna responded, âYou always treat me so well. This is all I want.â
As the associate took the card, poised to process the payment, Stephanie interjected, âWaitâ
The associate, judging Stephanieâs more modest sportswear against Luciannaâs ostentation, haughtily remarked, âMiss, youâve been browsing since you entered. If youâre not planning to buy anything, please donât waste our time. This is Style Jazz Couture, the pinnacle of luxury fashion. Ms. Sutton here is
one of our VIP clients!â
âI want to talk to your manager,â Stephanie directed firmly to the nearby sales associate.
The associate, sensing the situation might worsen, quickly fetched the manager, who approached with a clear understanding of the issue.
Aher acknowledging Lucianna with a nod and bow, she addressed Stephanie, âI apologize, but our VIP clients do get precedence, so the dress will be given to Ms. Sutton,â
âSince when does being a VIP mean you can take items from another customer?â Stephanie challenged.
r scoffed, âYou clearly donât understand how things work among the wealthy. The manager has the discretion to make these decisions. Are
The managers wo clear?
Connor, standing close, whispered, âDo you want me to contact Mr. Fletcher?â
Stephanie dismissed the suggestion with a shake of her head. âNo.â
In the managerâs presence, Stephanie made a call and concisely explained the situation. After hanging up, she confidently stated, âThis will be sorted out in two minutesâ
The managerâs smile was condescending, âWhy put yourself through this? You shouldnât beyond your depth. This isnât some minor expense, after all. The dress is 122 thousand dollars, not 122 dollars.â
Promptly, the mallâs manager arrived, clearly distressed, and asked, âWhich one of you is Ms. Hayes?â
âThat would be me,â Stephanie identified herself
He apologized profusely to Stephanie, and then turned to chastise the shop manager, âThe head of Style Jazz Couture insists this dress is for Ms. Hayes.â
The shop manager was shocked. âWhat? But-
âEnough! Prepare the dress for Ms. Hayes immediately!â the mall manager interrupted.
Realizing Stephanieâs potential influence, the shop manager reluctantly directed the associate to package the dress.
As Stephanie was handed the bag, Luciannaâs look was one of bitterness. Lucianna approached, sneering, âYouâre just relying on your fiancé. You act tough now, but I doubt heâs even capable in bed,â
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The retort was met with a sharp slap from Stephanie, leaving Lucianna in shock, her makeup smeared. âYou hit me?â
Stephanie held her head high. âSounds like someoneâs got loose screws
Lucianna frowned. âWhat?â
âOnly someone with a screw loose would spout such nonsense,â Stephanie shot back.
b**h!
Furious, Lucianna yelled, âYou b**h!â
Grasping Luciannaâs wrist tightly, Stephanie delivered another slap across her face. âI was wrong. Youâre not crazy, just brainless.â
With a forceful push, Lucianna stumbled into Liam, her cheeks marked by the impact. She turned to Liam, playing the victim. âIt hurts! You must avenge
me!
Stephanie taunted, âRunning to your daddy because you canât compete?â
Lucianna corrected angrily, âHeâs my man, not my daddy!â She then turned to Liam, stating, âHoney, you need to teach her a lesson for insulting both of
ust
Despite being the CEO of a company, Liam was not part of the wealthy circle, nor did he have the privilege to attend the engagement party.
Liam, out of his depth and unaware that Stephanie was from the Hayes family, thought her influence came from a connection with Style Jazz Couture.
He pondered, âIf itâs someone Lucianna dares to offend, she probably lacks a notable background!
With that in mind, Liam proposed indecently, believing it would settle the matter, âYouâre pretty but a bit too feisty. Apologize, spend a night with me, and weâll forget this happened. Otherwise, I wonât let you off the h**k for this.â
Connor stepped up, asserting, âSir, your daughter was the one who took the dress and spewed some disrespectful remarks.â
Liam bristled at Connorâs audacity. âWho do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that?â
Lucianna shot Stephanie a disdainful glance and commented, âWere you that lonely to the extent that you had to get with an old man?â
Connor sternly admonished her, âHow dare you disrespect Mrs. Fletcher?â
Confused, Liam echoed, âMrs. Fletcher?â