Chapter 38 Refusal
Chapter 38 Refusal
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Lisa couldn’t shake the feeling that the person who had sent the dress was someone well–known. They didn’t reveal their identity, but it seemed like someone important, maybe a wealthy collector.
The issue was, Lisa didn’t know anyone like that.
“Sorry,” Lisa said, her voice calm. “He doesn’t like meeting strangers.”
Winona scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Oh, come on. You meet some big shot, and now you’re all high and mighty,”
Lisa shrugged. “Yeah, exactly.”
Winona fell silent, clearly frustrated.
“I’ll be going now,” Lisa said. “Enjoy the party, everyone.”
As Lisa left the room, Shania leaned in, curious. “Tiffany, when did Lisa meet this collector?”
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The man was known for showing up anonymously at major auctions and fashion shows, collecting rare jewelry and beautiful clothes. People called him “The Collector.
“I don’t know much about Lisa,” Tiffany answered, shaking her head. “She’s never really liked me. You all know why, She doesn’t share things like that.”
“Right…” Shania murmured.
Winona scoffed again. “Seriously, what’s the big deal? It’s just a dress.”
Tiffany clenched her fists, keeping her face neutral, but inside, she was boiling with anger.
This was open humiliation.
She used to be the center of attention everywhere she went. Today, Lisa had stolen the show.
Winona acted like it didn’t matter, but Tiffany had desperately wanted that dress. She had even gotten one made for herself after seeing a picture of it.
Now, Lisa had gotten the exact dress she couldn’t have, and someone gave it to her like it was a dollar–store piece. It felt like double humiliation.
What bothered Tiffany even more was how Lisa, who never left her house, had somehow met this legendary collector. They seemed to have a close connection, too, considering the extravagant gift.
Tiffany’s eyes narrowed as she watched Lisa leave.
After leaving Shania’s birthday party, Lisa stood in the gleaming hallway, her gaze fixed on the room key in her hand. She had no idea how The Collector had known she would be here or how he’d stepped in at the right moment to save her. But out of politeness and logic, she figured she should meet him and thank him.
Still, a feeling of unease twisted in her stomach. A voice inside whispered, urging her to leave.
Despite the warning, Lisa hesitated, standing in the hallway for a while. Eventually, she made her way down the hall and found the room.
She knocked softly. The door opened almost instantly, revealing a young man in his early twenties. His bright blue hair stood out, yet somehow, it didn’t look out of place on him. He had fair skin, delicate features, and a face like a doll. Everything about him was perfectly put together.
“You?!” The guy with the blue hair stared in disbelief. “You look different. I almost didn’t recognize you.”
Lisa blinked, confused. “You know me?”
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Chapter 38 Refusal
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“Oh, right. You were out cold back then,” he said, shaking his head. “If I hadn’t slammed on the brakes, you’d probably be six feet under by now.”
Lisa flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry! I had a fever … didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”
“You don’t have to say sorry,” he replied casually. “Luther filled me in. Come on in.”
Lisa stepped into the room, her eyes landed on Flint, who was sitting on the couch, staring down at some documents. A few cups of steaming tea sat on the table, hinting at recent visitors.
She gripped the bag tighter. “Thanks for helping me.”
Flint didn’t look up. “Yeah.”
Lisa placed the bag on the coffee table. “This is for you.”
Finally, Flint’s eyes lifted, narrowing. “Don’t like it?”
“It’s too expensive,” Lisa said. “I can’t accept it.”
“What’s the point of a dress if it’s not worn?” Flint’s voice was calm. “Steven, toss it away.”
The guy with the blue hair nodded. “Sure thing.”
Lisa hesitated, then pulled the bag back, her voice quiet. “I’ll keep it safe.”
Flint’s eyes softened just a bit. “Try it on.”
Lisa frowned. “Aren’t these two dresses pretty much the same?”
She wasn’t the kind of girl who grew up surrounded by wealth. She didn’t see the difference, and Tiffany’s friends weren’t wrong to call her a country bumpkin.
She was better at farming and herding than anything high–society.
Flint repeated, his tone firm. “Put it on. I want to see you in that dress.”
Lisa was still puzzled but, since Flint had helped her and humiliated Tiffany, she didn’t argue. She moved behind the screen to change.
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