?Chapter 663:


    Rosalee thought this man was as charming as her boyfriend, who was the dream lover of manydies. But then, she wondered who this man could be.


    Norah pulled the coat tighter around her shoulders. “It’s okay. Miss Greville didn’t have a steady grip when she handed me the wine.”


    Half of her dress was now stained red, the fabric wet and ufortable against her skin.


    Sean nced downward and suggested, “Let’s retire to the sofa for a moment. I’ll have my assistant arrange for another dress to be sent.”


    Norah’s attire was stained, but the situation hardly fazed them. With just a phone call, he could easily resolve the issue.


    In a moment of panic, Rosalee took responsibility, dering, “This is entirely my fault. I wanted to ingratiate myself with Miss Wilson, but my unsteady grip led to the unfortunate sshing of wine onto her dress. I must cover the expenses.”


    After enduring Rosalee’s apologies, Ynde maintained a stoic silence. Observing the unfolding drama, she seized the opportunity to unleash her pent-up frustration.


    “This dress is a high-end creation by a renowned foreign designer. If memory serves, its market value is around three million dors. Whether the wine stains can be removed remains uncertain. You will be responsible for the full amount.” Ynde had scrutinized Norah’s jewelry and attire carefully.


    Indeed, her assessment was correct. Norah’s diamond hairpin was valued at two hundred thousand dors,plemented by a pair of diamond earrings priced at one hundred thousand. Her footwear, a prestigious brand, likely exceeded a million dors.


    Ynde couldn’t understand why she had mistakenly perceived Norah’s attire as indicative of poverty. If those dressed simrly were considered impoverished, what kind of individuals could be regarded as wealthy? Ynde felt relieved that she had refrained from making any harsh remarks that might have offended Norah.


    While three million dors meant little to Ynde, it was a significant amount for Rosalee.


    Norah, fully aware of the value of her attire, maintained herposure and assured, “I’ll have it professionally cleaned first, and I’ll keep you informed of any subsequent expenses.” Intentional or not, Rosalee would inevitably be held ountable for her actions.


    Upon learning the price of the dress, Rosalee’s expression fluctuated. Unfamiliar with the brand and assuming it was obscure, she was caught off guard by the exorbitant cost.


    Confronted with the possibility of a three-million-dor debt, she was overwhelmed with fear, struggling to maintain her bnce. She grasped the table, trying to muster a smile.


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