Chapter 128 Mind Your Tongue

The Silve Prestige flagship store sat in the heart of the busiest shopping district in Jarnford. Before the car had even stopped, Nancy heard a sharp female voice through the window. "What do you mean? I already said money is not a problem! "I need it by the eighth of next month. Rush it, it's urgent!" Sebastian's brows drew together. Nancy arched one eyebrow and let a small, amused smile play at her lips. This voice was all too familiar. It was Evelyn. They stepped inside and found Evelyn berating a woman dressed in a professional suit. "I told you, I want a custom wedding gown. Doesn't Silve Prestige pride itself on meeting any client's needs? Are you looking down on me?" The woman known as Eliana Foster kept a polite smile, but her tone betrayed the difficulty in doing so. "Ms. York, you misunderstand. Silve Prestige's haute couture line has never been opened for an ordinary client on an individual basis, and your timeline is extremely tight." "Then I'll pay more." Evel