Chapter 12
Clare's agitation grew more palpable as she spoke, "Jeff becoming the richest man is all thanks to your tireless efforts behind the scenes! He lacks business acumen and constantly stirs up trouble elsewhere, leaving you to mop up his mess!"
"All these years, you've poured so much of yourself into their lives, leaving nothing for your own."
"It's alright," Abella replied with an air of nonchalance, as though it was of no consequence to her. "Money—if I want it, I can make it anytime."
"It's just that I feel sorry for you! From childhood, they left you in the care of Mrs. Wilson, and you could count on one hand the times they came home!"
"Then they found Isla and shoved you aside. They truly have no conscience!"
"Alright, let's not talk about them. Keep a watchful eye on the Weed of Heart for me. One plant isn't enough." Abella deftly changed the subject. "Pay closer attention to the upcoming auctions and inform me if there are any updates."
"Sure."
After exchanging a few more words, they ended the call.
Just then, Abella's phone buzzed with a series of notifications. She opened it to find a message from one of her subordinates.
[Ms. Medici! Massive order incoming!]
[A super-rich guy has placed an order for a hundred dresses, a hundred handbags, and a hundred pairs of shoes for his daughter, all required today.]
[I've dispatched all our limited-edition items from the warehouse! Now the shelves are bare! When might you be able to sketch some new designs for me?]
[Urgent! Urgent! Urgent!]
Abella tapped the screen with her slender fingers, replying promptly: [In a few days.]
[Alright, I'm eagerly awaiting your message. I'm nearly at the tycoon's house now. I'll catch a glimpse of his daughter, hoping she's not so unattractive that it undermines the elegance of your clothes.]
Abella was slightly taken aback. [You're delivering them personally?]
[For such a big order, we must provide impeccable service, right?]
Putting down her phone, Abella mused, 'What kind of family would acquire so many clothes, shoes, and bags all together? Are they establishing a boutique?'
Just then, a luxurious RV stopped at the villa's entrance.
The butler Jacob immediately stepped forward, courteously opened the car door, and bowed. "Miss Lola, you've finally returned for your summer holiday."
Lola emerged from the car, her figure graceful and her appearance exquisite, with a pair of clear eyes brimming with self-assurance.
Several servants began transporting her luggage into the house, with Jacob following closely behind her.
"Miss Lola, I'd like to have a private word with you, if it's convenient," Jacob said, deliberately lowering his voice.
"What's it?" Lola carried herself with noble bearing, and her voice bore a hint of natural superiority.
"Well..."
Before Jacob could finish, Lola's attention was drawn to a dozen strangers in the garden. They were meticulously hanging an array of stunning garments and handbags on numerous display racks, preparing to bring them indoors.
Some servants were busy inflating balloons and adorning the trees with twinkling lights. Even Maria was present, assisting and orchestrating the preparations.
Maria could be regarded as Lola's "personal attendant."
From the moment Lola was born, Maria had been responsible for feeding her formula, lulling her to sleep, and staying by her side. In this house, Maria's sole duty was to tend to Lola.
So Maria's status was marginally elevated compared to the other servants, and their relationship mirrored that of mother and daughter.
Lola's face beamed with a radiant smile as she saw Maria. "Maria!"
"Miss Lola, you've returned!" Maria's grin broadened as she hastened toward Lola. "At last, I get to see you! You've become even more beautiful!"
Lola smiled tenderly, observing the bustling crowd. "Is this a surprise from Mom and Dad?"
Could it be that her parents wished to reward her for her recent dedication to the SATs?
Or had they concluded that she was now a young lady upon completing the SATs, and desired to organize a coming-of-age celebration?
Alternatively, were they commemorating her prospective admission to Stanford University in advance?
Whichever the case, such an extravagant gesture filled her heart to the brim with happiness.
No girl was indifferent to exquisite clothes and shoes, especially when numerous limited editions were prepared, and the setting was so elaborately adorned.
Lola thought her parents doted on her immensely.
Despite having five elder brothers, her parents' devotion to her was in no way inferior to that bestowed upon her siblings.
Maria's expression subtly shifted at her words.
"I'll go take a look," Lola said, still brimming with excitement.
Maria quickly interjected, "Miss Lola, those things aren't for you."
As she spoke, she cast a glance at Jacob, both of them loath to puncture the bubble of love in which Lola had been nurtured.
"Maria, I understand. You hadn't anticipated my early return on a friend's plane, so the preparations aren't quite complete. It's alright. I'll pretend I haven't stumbled upon this surprise. Proceed as planned. I've seen nothing."
"Miss Lola..."
Lola happily walked into the house.
In this family, she was the sole daughter. If these things weren't intended for her, then for whom could they possibly be?
Lola strolled into the main hall, where dozens of display racks were neatly positioned. Each dress and bag seemed tailor-made for her.
Lola meandered among the display racks, a sense of joy blossoming in her heart.
Maria wanted to explain, but witnessing Lola's face alight with happiness, she couldn't bear to dispel the illusion.
In the room, Abella had just finished her work and was about to rest when there was a knock on the door.
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