?Chapter 741:


    Evelyn had been wondering how to change the Harper family’s opinion of her, and now Elena had just handed her the perfect chance. So, she stood to the side, quietly watching.


    Aria frowned hard, feeling upset. “This dress costs fifty million, and now it’s about to be ruined. What a waste! I can’t believe this is happening!”


    Jolie looked worried. “Elena, are you really sure about this?”


    Jolie wasn’t worried about the money. Fifty million didn’t matter to the Harper family. If Elena asked, she’d dly spend five billion.


    What really worried Jolie was that if Elena ruined Fannie’s dress, her name and reputation would suffer.


    Elena stayed calm and confident. “It’s easy,” she said.


    Evelyn folded her arms and gave a mocking smile. “Don’t talk so big. Anyone can make bold ims.”


    Fannie was a world-famous designer, praised for her one-of-a-kind creations. Her work was impossible to copy. Over the years, plenty of people had tried to imitate her style, but no one had ever pulled it off. In Evelyn’s mind, Elena had zero background in high fashion and had never even been to a major fashion event, yet she actually believed she could mess with one of Fannie’s designs. Elena really had no idea what she was doing. Did she think this was fool’s y?


    Evelyn couldn’t wait to see how horribly Elena would butcher the dress. She pictured some outdated, cheap-looking disaster and was more than ready to watch it unfold.


    Elena grabbed the scissors and, without blinking, sliced off a chunk from the front of the skirt. All that remained was a rough, uneven piece dragging behind like an afterthought.


    The whole room gasped. A wedding dress without the full skirt? Was that even still a wedding dress anymore?


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    “If you don’t get design, maybe stop acting like you do.”


    “It’s done for. Fannie’s masterpiece just got destroyed!”


    “Oh my God, is she serious right now? Even my three-year-old wouldn’t screw up that badly!”


    Evelyn’s eyes lit up with pure satisfaction. She was enjoying every second of this disaster. Just like she thought—Elena didn’t know the first thing about fashion design. She couldn’t help herself.


    With a smirk, she said, “The paint can be cleaned, sure. But you can’t sew a skirt back on once you’ve hacked it off. So, Elena—how do you n to fix this mess?”


    Evelyn failed to wipe the smug grin off her face. She’d just gotten word that Fannie’s ne hadnded. Game over for Elena!


    Elena tuned out all the doubtful muttering swirling around her. With a casual flick of her wrist, she shortened the hem of the wedding dress and grabbed a paintbrush. With just a few strokes, the ugly stains on the bodice blossomed into delicate daisies.


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