?Chapter 798:


    The dress was crafted with a sense of elegance and poise, but the daring low-cut cor introduced a subtle, seductive charm. The fusion of these elements was wless, especially with the intricate daisy embroidery, which seemed to radiate a lively and captivating energy.


    “You both have exceptional taste,” a sales associate said, approaching with a bright smile. “This dress is a limited edition, but due to its size, it’s been waiting for the right person toe along.”


    Corrine gave a slight nod. “Please wrap it up for me.”


    She reached into her bag and pulled out her bank card.


    The sales associate’s eyes widened in surprise when she saw the card’s unique color. It was a ck gold card, and with that recognition, the associate’s demeanor instantly shifted to one of utmost respect.


    “Ma’am, please, take a seat in the lounge area.”


    Corrine nodded, her expression calm.


    Meanwhile, from the fitting room next door, a loud p echoed through the store, followed by a store associate stumbling out.


    “You fool! You can’t even handle such a simple task!” A soft voice, tinged with barely restrained anger, sliced through the hushed atmosphere of the store.


    The familiar voice made Corrine narrow her eyes slightly. What a small world indeed.


    The rhythmic tapping of high heels against the polished floor echoed through the space, each step carrying an unspoken warning, sending an involuntary shiver down spines.


    Corrine lifted her gaze and saw Andromache. A fleeting, unreadable emotion flickered across her eyes. Fate, it seemed, had a peculiar sense of humor—enemies had a way of running into each other when least expected.


    “She’s new here and still learning the ropes. Ms. Hopkins, please don’t be too harsh on her,” the store manager interjected, having rushed over to greet Corrine, only to stumble upon this tense scene.


    ?@?€?? ￠??????? ?? g?lnove?s.c???


    Andromache let out a cold scoff, her disdain barely veiled. “If she doesn’t know the rules, then someone ought to teach her—properly!”


    “Yes, yes, of course,” the manager replied, forcing a smile before turning to the other sales clerks. “What are you all waiting for? Take her away at once! We wouldn’t want to ruin Ms. Hopkins’ mood!” The surrounding employees quickly stepped in, ushering the intern away.


    Yet Andromache’s expression remained unchanged—frigid, untouched by the scene. As her gaze swept across the store, itnded on Corrine. For a fleeting moment, something cold and sharp flickered in her beautiful eyes.


    “Miss Hond, what a coincidence.”


    Corrine, mid-sip of her coffee, hesitated ever so slightly before raising an eyebrow with deliberate nonchnce.


    So, she had been noticed after all.


    She ced her cup down, meeting Andromache’s gaze with an almostzy grace, her lips curling into a serene yet pointed smile. “Ah, Ms. Hopkins. Fancy meeting you here.”


    .


    .


    .