"I don''t need a stylist. I''ve brought my own dress," N said.


    Upon hearing that, Emerald''s gaze fell on the box beside N.


    The box bore the logo of a small, niche luxury brand from Meristate-DG. This brand was little known to the public, circting almost exclusively within high society.


    Unlike some brands that prominently disyed their logos, DG embroidered its insignia in a discreet, hidden spot inside its garments. From the outside, there was no way to tell it was theirs.


    Their seasonal collections were always breathtaking, featuring exquisite designs, and ordering from them required a reservation made three months in advance.


    Just from the box alone, Emerald could tell that whoever had taken Nst night was someone of considerable status.


    She opened the box. The moment her eyesnded on the iridescent, mermaid-style strapless gown inside, her expression darkened.


    She recognized this dress—it had been reserved three months ago by a mysterious buyer.


    As the saying went, nothing stayed hidden forever. No matter how elusive someone was, as long as there was a lead, they could be found.


    Emerald sneered. "Since you already have the dress, go ahead and wear it."


    With that, she turned and walked out.


    Back in her study, she immediately called DG''s chief designer, Bell Burton.


    "Bell, if I''m not mistaken, you designed a mermaid-style strapless gown three months ago, and it was purchased by a mysterious buyer. Am I right?"


    A cheerful male voice answered from the other end. "Yes, Ms. Kinsey. What''s the matter?"


    "I want to know who that buyer was," Emerald stated.


    There was a brief silence.


    After a long pause, Bell finally spoke. "You know I can''t disclose client information."


    "I heard you''ve been thinking of leaving DG to start your own studio. If you tell me who that person is can invest in your new venture," Emerald offered.


    The silence stretched longer this time.


    Emerald didn''t rush him, waiting patiently.


    After what felt like an eternity, Bell spoke again. "Theard you''re hosting


    a banquet tonight to duce your


    eldest daughter. Would I have the honor of attending?"


    Hearing his implied meaning, Emerald smiled. "Of course. I''ll have someone send you an invitation."


    "Good. I have work to do-see you tonight," Bell replied.


    After hanging up, Emerald turned in the direction N had left with a smirk.


    After Bell ended the call, he turned to the old man sitting across from him with a sly smile. "The big fish has taken the bait."


    "Enjoy the evening," the old man replied.


    When N returned to her room, a stylist and a makeup artist were already waiting by the vanity.


    As she entered, the makeup artist immediately spoke. "Ms. Kinsey, please have a seat. We don''t have much time."


    N walked over and sat down. Just as the makeup artist and hairstylist were about to begin, she suddenly sard By the way be wearing this dress tonight. Please style my hair and makeup to match it."