Chapter 943 Want to Experience It?
Dennis was taken aback. What was going on?
Louie was also confused. Did Abella have another identity? It sounded like she was someone important.
"Ms. Medici? Is it really you?" The store manager rushed over, thrilled, and immediately led the staff in a bow. "Good afternoon, Ms. Medici!"
"No need for that. I'm just passing by and looking around. Go ahead and get back to work." Abella replied.
Dennis stood there, stunned, and looked at Phillipe. Phillipe revealed, "Abella is the founder of QY, Lady Margaret."
Not just Dennis, even Louie was stunned.
"Ms. Medici, you wouldn't believe how busy we've been with Easter coming up!" The store manager dismissed the other staff and happily reported to Abella, "Everyone's been praising your talent, calling you a design genius. We're all so proud."
"Really? I'd love to hear more. Why don't you take them to the men's section first? I'll just browse around on my own." Abella's tone with her subordinates was quite gentle, almost like she was talking to friends.
"Of course." The store manager respectfully approached Dennis and Phillipe. "Mr. Medici, Mr. Bourbon, please follow me. The men's section is this way."
"Abella, make sure to come over later," Dennis reminded her.
"Sure."
After they left, Abella wandered around the store alone.
Each of the dozen or so customers had a staff member providing one-on-one service. Abella listened to the detailed explanations about the clothes, including fabric, style, pairing, and occasions. The staff did an excellent job.
"I just love the service at QY. Unlike some brands where the staff are so arrogant, acting like they own the place."
"Exactly, I can't stand their self-righteous attitude."
"Lady Margaret's designs are amazing." One woman was sincerely praised. "Much better than those big brands. Whenever I have an important event, I always come to QY first. I always find something perfect."
"And the after-sales service at QY is unbeatable. Last time, my maid ruined a dress in the washing machine, and two pearls fell off. You guys took it back to headquarters without a word, fixed it the same day, and delivered it to my home. You even gave me a 30% off coupon, thinking it was QY's fault."
Listening to the customers' praises, Abella's gaze softened. It seemed that both pre-sales and after-sales services were well-handled.
Just then, a delicate voice snatched a small dress from Abella's hands. "This one is perfect for me!"
It was a cute girl with a bob haircut, looking about the same age as Abella. She had a spoiled demeanor, speaking and acting with a sense of entitlement.
She was holding onto a guy's arm. The guy had a trendy, slightly roguish look, like a playboy.
When he saw Abella, his gaze lingered, unable to look away.
Abella didn't mind the dress being taken. She was just checking for any flaws in the finished product.
"Do you think this dress looks good on me?" The girl asked the guy beside her. When he didn't respond, she shook his arm and pouted, "Damon, I'm talking to you!"
Damon Whitley's eyes remained on Abella. She was stunning, with an aloof, otherworldly aura that made it impossible for him to look away.
"Are you falling for her?" The girl, Thalia Fairchild, asked jealously, because she knew Damon well.
"She'd look better in this dress." Damon took the dress from Thalia and held it out to Abella, blocking her path. "This dress is for you. Try it on for me."
Abella looked up to see Damon smiling at her with a roguish grin.
But she wasn't interested at all. Instead, she asked coldly, "Are you crazy?"
Damon was surprised.
"Move." Abella snapped.
Seeing her arrogance, Damon became even more interested, his grin widening. He blocked her path again.
"I like your attitude. Be my girlfriend?" Damon leaned against a pillar behind Abella, trying to sound charming. "If you mind that I have a girlfriend, I can break up with her right now."
"Damon!" Thalia's voice was filled with jealousy and anger, her tone stretching out.
"What do you say?" Damon continued to flirt, raising an eyebrow. "You won't regret it. Even though my last name is Whitley, everyone knows I'm part of the Medici family."
Afraid Abella might not know which Medici family, he added, "The richest family in Libertya."
In fact, his many beautiful girlfriends were all thanks to the Medici family's influence.
"So what?" Abella replied disdainfully, "Move."
Damon's grin grew wider. He didn't expect this girl to be so interesting. Hearing about the Medici family didn't faze her at all. Or was she playing hard to get?
"I know you girls like to play coy." Damon made a show of pulling out his wallet and flashed a black card in front of Abella. "Like it? Stick with me, and this card is yours."
"Damon!" Thalia was even more jealous now. In their three months together, she had tried everything to get that card, but this girl was getting it so easily?
"What do you say?" Damon leaned closer to Abella, his voice low and supposedly magnetic. "Last week, my dad gave me a hotel with a transparent sky pool. You can see the scenery and people below, but they can't see you. Want to check it out with me?"
Abella saw Dennis storming over, looking incredibly handsome in the clothes she designed.
Phillipe, too, had changed into new clothes, looking flawless.
Perhaps hearing Damon's words, he also walked over, his face dark and stormy.
Abella's eyes sparkled with a smile, which Damon mistook as a smile for him.
"Who are you talking to?" Dennis arrived behind Damon, his anger barely contained.
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