Chapter 477

After Cecelia left the Heath residence, Irene walked into the living room

and respectfully asked, "Miss Meyer, have you made your decision? If

you are not satisfied with anything, we will do our best to modify it until

you are satisfied.”

Charlotte sat down on the couch and pointed to the dress that Cecelia

had just picked out for her before she left.

"Just that one, it'll do. You don't have a better designer? Forget about

the engagement, you can't be so perfunctory when I get married. Let

your chief designer design it for me personally.” She had an arrogant

face, written with dislike, and her tone was unkind.

Irene bowed her head and took the lecture, "Yes, Miss Meyer is right.

Don't worry, with enough time we will be able to fix it to your

satisfaction.”

"Really? Are you accusing me of not giving you enough time?"

Charlotte raised her voice in dissatisfaction.

“No, no, how dare I? I'm sorry, I was wrong, and Miss Meyer is right to

remind us that this is a dereliction of duty. I'm sorry for making you

unhappy, please forgive me." Irene kept apologizing on the surface, but

in her heart, she didn't care. Charlotte only gave them three days in

total, and the requirements were so high that even the gods couldn't do

it. In order to catch up with the work, they hadn't slept for three days.

"Leave the clothes we've chosen, and take the rest away.” Charlotte

waved her hand impatiently and gave the order of expulsion.

Irene murmured behind her, "Yes, Miss Meyer."

She then rushed to call the staff who came with her, and together they

packed up their clothes and left the Heath residence.

After walking away, she turned back and spat, cursing, "It's true that

she grew up in an orphanage, and with power, she can't change her

poor, petty taste. I've met many famous women, and what's so great

about her? Our chief, who is a world-renowned designer, only produces

one piece of the best a year, and it's not your turn. The daughter of the

Heath family, heh, you are still a Meyer, and you are never a Heath.

"Hey, it is Mrs. Heath who is sensible and I thought she was so elegant

at first glance. Unfortunately, unfortunately, the daughter does not look

like her mother at all. Huh, they don’t even look similar.”

"Hey, cut the crap, beware of surveillance!" The porter warned.

"What's wrong with a few scoldings? You didn't even see her bullying

attitude, it's infuriating!"

Irene cursed and straightened her clothes, boarded the minivan and left

with the porter and driver.

Charlotte sat at home for a while, feeling a little bored and looking for

something to do to pass the time. She remembered that there were still

some accessories for the venue setup and jewelry earrings to pick up,

so she took out her phone and dialed Ricky's number.

"Ricky, you pick me up, I want to go to Skymall."

"Okay, Miss Meyer," Ricky agreed immediately.

It didn't take long for him to drive the Hummer military vehicle to the

front door of the Heath residence.

Charlotte walked out in a loose puffy dress with an expensive crocodile

bag in her hand.

She stepped into the car and Ricky personally buckled her in, his large

hand deliberately running across her chest, conveying ambiguity.

Since Luther's car accident, he had deliberately kept his distance from

Charlotte for some time in order not to attract attention and keep

suspicion away. Now he felt even more itchy in his heart.