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    Brenna turned to her, her tone firm. “Do you really need his money? Where’s your pride? We don’t need his filthy cash. No matter how much he offers, turn him down; that’ll hit him where it hurts!”


    Ellie rolled her eyes and shed two fingers at Brenna. “He offered me this much.”


    Brenna scoffed. “Twenty million and you caved? That’s pathetic.”


    “Darling, not twenty million—two hundred million! Why would I care about a measly twenty million?”


    Brenna’s jaw dropped. “Really? Then I think you won. Jayceon’s a fool for dropping two hundred million on a wedding dress. Honestly, he’s just trying to mess with you because he can’t let you go. Don’t you see? Fay looks like you. He chose to marry her because he’s still obsessed with you. This is all a ploy to provoke you. Unable to win you over, he went for someone who looks like you.”


    Ellie burst outughing, her mood lifting instantly. “You’re right. He’s clearly not over me. When he was recovering from his injuries, he called Patrick nearly every day. His marriage to Fay is just a petty jab at me.”


    Brenna said smugly, “He will never have you, and he will regret it forever!”


    “That perspective does cheer me up. On his wedding day, I’ll bring Patrick there and ruin his mood.” Ellie looked at Brenna. “You know, I haven’t told Thiago about the order; I was worried he would be upset. I even designed two outfits for him, a suit and something casual, to make up for it. I’ll bring them home tonight for him to try.”


    Brenna chuckled. “I’m with you. If that jerk’s throwing around that kind of money, why not take it?”


    They soon arrived at Shirie’s renowned pedestrian street, a globalndmark and a top destination for both locals and international tourists.


    The bustling strip was packed with prestigious fashion, jewelry, and culinary brands from around the world, with shops lining both sides, teeming with crowds.


    Once Brenna and Ellie stepped out of the car, Brenna’s bodyguard, Greg Krik, parked the car and trailed closely behind them, his eyes scanning the crowd vigntly.


    Though Ellie was a celebrated fashion designer, she didn’t craft her own wardrobe—her designs were for business, not personal use.


    She and Brenna strolled casually, checking out every store.


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    Ellie gestured toward a menswear shop up ahead. “That ce is top-tier. Their brand is a standout in men’s fashion. Let’s take a look inside.”


    Brenna, less savvy about fashion, deferred to Ellie’s expertise. “I’ll grab something for my man, too.”


    Ellie grinned mischievously. “Oh, my man? You are referring to Ethan so sweetly.”


    Brenna gave her a yful pinch. “You’re annoying!”


    The store was vast, divided into sections for formal and casual attire. Brenna bypassed the suits since Ethan wore them daily, wanting to find something fresh for him.


    An elegant saleswoman approached, eyeing their designer outfits and pegging them as affluent shoppers.


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    “Ellie, these 100k great!” Brenna said excitedly, spotting sleek jackets avable in four colors—ck, navy, sky blue, and khaki. She was debating which would suit Ethan the best when a familiar voice broke her focus. Turning, she saw Fay holding a brown jacket, sizing it up against a man’s back.


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