Chapter 427 Odette's Provocation
Odette fluttered her eyelashes at Quentin, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "Quentin, do you think this dress looks good on me?"
"It's fine," Quentin replied dismissively, barely glancing at her before turning his attention to Olive. His deep eyes were cold and emotionless.
"Get the wedding dress altered. We'll talk about the photos once the dress is fixed," Quentin said firmly, leaving no room for argument. Odette had no choice but to nod, albeit reluctantly.
"But I can't wait that long," she whined.
It was hard to tell what Odette was thinking.
Even Olive, standing nearby, understood Quentin's point.
Was Odette banking on Quentin's indulgence, or was she just that clueless?
"That's the plan," Quentin reiterated firmly.
Odette tried to cling to Quentin and act coy, but Olive stepped in before she could touch him.
Olive didn't want to get involved, but if things kept going like this, she might have to design a whole new dress.
She quickly said, "Ms. Foster, don't worry. I can have the dress altered right away."
"How long will it take?" Odette asked impatiently, her eyebrows raised in disdain.
"Rest assured, it will only take a few hours," Olive replied, her face expressionless.
If it weren't for Quentin, Olive would have thrown Odette out immediately.
Olive couldn't understand what had happened between Quentin and Lauren.
Lauren was countless times better than Odette.
But Olive knew better than to pry, even though she and Quentin were friends.
Odette, hearing it would take a few hours, grew even more impatient. "That long? Do you expect me to wait here the whole time?"
"Don't worry. Once the alterations are done, my assistant will deliver the dress to your photoshoot location. You can wait comfortably," Olive assured her.
Odette suddenly changed her tune, nodding and scrutinizing Olive.
Since arriving, Olive hadn't stopped mentioning Lauren.
Emboldened, Odette demanded, "Also, don't just fix the size. Add some decorations. This dress is too plain and doesn't suit me at all. What kind of designer are you, not customizing for your clients?"
Olive had never encountered such an unreasonable client in her career.
Her expression darkened, and even her assistant sensed the tension.
The assistant, quick to read the room, stepped forward to explain, "Actually, this simple style can highlight your beauty."
"Save it," Odette snapped, pushing the assistant aside. "Just do as I said."
She then turned to Quentin, clinging to his arm and pouting, "Quentin, can we take the photos at the villa? We have so many memories there."
Olive, supporting her assistant, watched Odette with a blank expression.
This was the limit of her patience. If Odette said one more word, Olive wouldn't hold back.
Quentin knew exactly what Odette was up to, but he had no choice.
Seeing Quentin's silence, Odette took it as consent.
She stood on tiptoe to kiss him, but Quentin pushed her away before she could.
Quentin hated the overpowering scent of Odette's cheap perfume.
He reluctantly pulled her close, lifting her chin with one hand. "As long as you like it, do whatever you want," he said softly, masking his disgust.
Quentin wanted to see just how far Odette would push things.
"Let's head out now. We can take a break," Odette suggested.
Throughout the trip, Quentin humored Odette, but only to avoid any physical contact.
Meanwhile, Lauren sat on her bed, lost in thought, when she heard a commotion downstairs.
Her brow furrowed, and she quickly asked, "What's going on down there? Why is it so noisy?"
The servant stammered, unable to provide an answer. Sensing trouble, Lauren hurried downstairs.
The servant didn't stop her, their expression cold and indifferent.
Lauren knew her situation all too well. She was practically a prisoner, and the servants had no desire to serve her willingly. It was better to see for herself what was happening.
A large group of people had barged in, carrying photography equipment.
"What are you doing?" Lauren demanded, rushing down the stairs.
"We're here at Mr. Robinson's request," the leader explained.
Just as Lauren was about to question further, a piercing voice interrupted, making her heart skip a beat.
Lauren turned slowly, the bright sunlight stinging her eyes, but nothing compared to the pain in her heart. The sight of Quentin and Odette holding hands was unbearable.
'Quentin, why won't you let me go?' Lauren thought, unable to voice her pain. She stared at their clasped hands, biting her lip to stay calm.
"Are we bothering you?" Odette taunted, snuggling closer to Quentin.
Instead of pushing her away, Quentin held her and said gently, "Why should we care about her?"
Despite his gentle tone, Lauren didn't notice the fleeting look of disgust in Quentin's eyes.
Lauren's heart shattered, but she felt numb. The pain was so intense that it made her indifferent. She watched Odette and Quentin coldly.
This was exactly what Odette wanted to see: Lauren in agony.
'I want you to feel this pain forever,' Odette thought, wrapping her arms around Quentin's neck. "We're here to take our wedding photos. Isn't it better to have someone witness our happiness?"
Lauren wanted to leave, but Odette's blatant gloating stopped her.
Clenching her fists, Lauren decided she didn't want to see any more and turned to go upstairs.
But Odette wasn't about to let her go. "Upstairs is being decorated. You shouldn't disturb them," she said, feigning concern.
Lauren, speechless, decided to stay far away from them.
"Why don't you help out? You can't just stand around," Odette sneered, her face twisted with malice. "Quentin and I are here to take our wedding photos. Some people just don't know their place."
Quentin remained silent, not even glancing at Lauren.
He hated touching Odette, but he had to endure it.
Fortunately, a phone call gave him an excuse to leave, abandoning Odette awkwardly.
Lauren didn't want to see Odette's smug face any longer and had no interest in arguing with her.
But Odette wouldn't let it go. Seeing Quentin leave, she dropped her sweet act and looked down on Lauren.
Before she could speak, Lauren cut her off. "Ms. Foster, don't end up without a groom for your wedding photos."
Lauren smirked, her composure unshaken.
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