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    She said, “If you’re set on women’s clothing, I would rmend teaming up with a reputable international brand. The tricky part is, most of the big names already have stores along this street. Landing a deal might take time. Have you picked a brand yet, Miss Harper? What is the vibe—ssy, trendy, youthful? You’ll need to narrow it down.”


    Sandra nodded, impressed by the practical advice. “Fair points. What brands do you think would fit the bill? Give me a few options.”


    Fashion was no mystery to her. She had worked in the industry long enough to know the trends andbels by heart. She already had a brand in mind, though she hadn’t reached out to thepany officially.


    The manager pondered for a moment. “CloudPath, Harmony, and RiverBloom could all work. They cater to modern women in their twenties to forties—stylish, elegant, not too shy. Prices range from a few hundred to a few thousand. Honestly, that’s the sweet spot in this market.”


    Sandra smiled approvingly. The woman’s instincts matched her own. She also wanted to focus on that price range, with a little twist—custom-made, high-end pieces for clients who liked something exclusive.


    “You’re good at this,” she said. “I’ve been eyeing CloudPath myself. Their designs are trendy but wearable, prices are fair, and their fabrics and tailoring are solid. They justck visibility. Hardly anyone has heard of them.”


    The manager led Sandra on a quick tour around the shop. It wasn’t massive—just over a hundred square meters—but it was neat, functional, and run by six seasoned staff members who knew the business inside out.


    “Alright,” Sandra said briskly, turning back to the manager. “Start clearing out the inventory. Once everything is gone, we’ll start renovations.”


    Feeling restless at home, Gracie passed the time on a video call with her friend, Lucy Rowe, who was dialing in from Norview.


    Lucy, about the same age as Gracie, belonged to a family that owned one of thergest diamond mines in the world. She was also engaged to the heir of the Olson family—Norview’s most powerful family. It was a textbook business marriage, built on alliances, not affection. The wedding was right around the corner.


    Lucy had always turned heads with her beauty, but to Gracie, she was more than that—a lifelong friend who’d stood by her through everything. Even after Gracie’s family lost everything, Lucy never cut her off. Their bond held strong. Now, Lucy lounged in a steaming hot tub, a tray of snacks nearby.


    “I can’t believe it, Gracie—divorced again? Are you seriously thinking about getting married a third time in the future?” she said.


    Gracie signaled the housekeeper to bring breakfast, then took a slow bite before answering, “I’m not sure. I haven’t met anyone decent. I’m done with marriage for now. No benefits, just a bunch of restrictions. Men are nothing but headaches.”


    Lucy let out a weary sigh. “Watching your marriage disasters makes me dread my own. My fiancé’s out drinking every night, but I still have to marry him, and there’s no such thing as divorce in my world.”


    Gracie gave a casual shrug. “Then just pretend you’re not married. Live your life, and let him live his. Simple.”


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