Chapter 907: Chapter 906
Sean was thrown for a loop. What on earth was going on here?
Steward was equally baffled. Did Ms. Rose have another identity? She seemed to have quite the reputation.
"President Rosemary? Is that really you?" The store manager rushed over, beaming from ear to ear, and immediately led the staff in a respectful bow. "Good afternoon, President Rosemary!"
"No need for such formalities, I’m just passing by to take a look. Carry on with your work," she said with a dismissive wave.
Sean, still in a daze, turned to Romeo who let slip, "Rose is the founder of LY, Queen Abby."
Not just Sean, but Steward too was taken aback.
Queen Abby.
A titan in the design world.
Ms. Rose had so many identities?
This was just too impressive.
"President Rosemary, you wouldn’t believe how business has picked up with the holidays around the corner!"
The manager shooed the other employees away and followed closely beside Rosemary, gushing with pride, "Everyone says you’re a natural, a real wizard of design. We’re all thrilled to hear it."
"Really? I might have to hear more about that. Why don’t you take them to the men’s section? I’ll browse around by myself," Rosemary said, treating her subordinates with a kindness that was more akin to friendship.
"Right away," the manager said and turned to Sean and Romeo with respect. "Mr. Collins, Mr.McMillian, please come with me, the men’s section is this way."
"Alright, Rose, don’t forget to come by later," Sean reminded her.
"Sure thing."
Once they were gone, Rosemary strolled through the store solo.
Every customer had a one-on-one service, and Rosemary listened to the staff meticulously explain the clothing, including the fabric, style, how to wear it, and the appropriate occasions, all of which were
spot on.
"I love the service attitude here at LY, not like some of those high-end brands where the salesladies look down their noses at you, acting like they own the place."
"Exactly, I can’t stand their pretentiousness."
"Queen Abby’s designs are truly amazing." A well-to-do lady praised sincerely, "They’re way better than
those designer haute couture pieces. Whenever I have a big event, I like to come to LY in advance to pick something out. I’m sure to find something satisfying."
"The best part is LY’s after-sales service, it’s impeccable. Last time, my maid ruined one of my dresses in the washing machine, and two pearls fell off. You guys didn’t hesitate to take it back to HQ, fixed it
the same day, and even delivered it to my house. You insisted that it was LY’s quality assurance, and even gave me a 30% off coupon."
Getting a 30% discount on LY clothing, that was a stroke of luck.
Rosemary listened to the customers’ praises, her gaze softening. It seemed that whether pre-sale or post-sale, they were doing a fine job.
Just then, a petulant voice snatched a cocktail dress from Rosemary’s hands.
"This one’s perfect. It’s so me!"
It was a young girl with a trendy inverted bob, looking to be around Rosemary’s age, spoiled and fearless, with a tone dripping with entitlement.
She was clinging to the arm of a trendy guy with a rebellious charm, who looked every bit the playboy.
His eyes fell on Rosemary, and he was momentarily transfixed, seemingly unable to look away.
Rosemary, having her clothes swiped from her, didn’t mind. She was only there to check the final product for flaws, nothing more.
"Do you think I look good in this dress?" the young girl asked the boy beside her. Getting no response,she playfully shook his arm and pouted, "Otto, I’m talking to you!"
Otto’s gaze remained steadfast on Rosemary. She was strikingly beautiful, her aloofness, an air of detachment from the world, making it impossible for him to avert his eyes.
"Otto, you’re not falling for her, are you?" The girl, Daphne, sounded jealous, but she knew exactly who Otto was—a player through and through.
"This dress looks better on her." Without hesitation, Otto snatched the dress from Daphne’s hands, held it in front of Rosemary, and blocked her path. "This dress is a gift for you. Try it on, I want to see it on you."
Rosemary looked up to see the boy smiling at her with a roguish charm.
But she wasn’t interested and retorted irritably, "Are you insane?"
He was taken aback by her response.
"Move."
Seeing her defiance only piqued Otto’s interest more, and his grin turned even more rakish as he again blocked her way.
"I really like your personality. How about being my girlfriend?" Otto leaned against the column behind Rosemary, attempting a casual pose that he thought was particularly cool, and coaxed in a low voice, "If you’re bothered that I have a girlfriend, I can break up with her right now."
"Otto!" Daphne’s voice grew even sharper, her pitch rising, clearly not expecting Otto to be so brazen in public.
"What do you say?" Otto continued to flirt with the girl in front of him, arching his eyebrow in a self-assured manner, "Stick with me, and you’ll be set. Everyone knows I’m from the Collins family."
To make sure Rosemary grasped the significance, he elaborated, "The Collins of Solterra."
That name carried a lot of weight.
No girl could resist the allure that surname brought with it.
Truth be told, his success with women could be largely attributed to the prestige of his family name.
"So what?" Rosemary replied with disdain and cold indifference, "Move."
Otto’s smirk grew wider. He found this girl intriguing. She wasn’t swayed by the mention of his surname. Was she playing hard to get?
"I know you girls like to play coy." Otto made a show of pulling out his wallet, flaunting a black card in front of Rosemary, "Like it? Stick with me, and it’s yours."
"Otto!" Daphne was more jealous now than ever. Despite all her efforts over their three-month relationship, she had never gotten her hands on that card. What made this girl so special?
"Well?" Otto leaned in closer to Rosemary, using what he thought was a deep, seductive voice, "Last week, my dad gifted me a hotel with a sky-high glass-bottomed pool. You can see the cityscape and
pedestrians below while remaining unseen from outside. Very cool. Wanna check it out with me?"
Rosemary saw Sean storming their way, and to her surprise, he looked stunning in the outfit she designed. So did Romeo, who was also dressed in new attire, looking flawlessly impeccable.
Perhaps hearing Otto’s proposition, Romeo too approached, his expression as dark and foreboding as storm clouds before a downpour.
Rosemary’s eyes danced with a smile, which, to Otto, appeared to be directed at him.
"Who are you talking to?" Sean was the first to reach Otto, his anger giving way to a mocking laugh.