Chapter 5: Chapter Five: Make Her Wear the Old Dress That Once Belonged to Her Sister

Before she could get too nervous to breathe, the tie was finally tied.

Lena Roxanne stood up, her face flushed from holding her breath, and quickly took a few deep breaths.

Emmanuel Wright gazed at her tenderly for a moment, then turned to look in the mirror. "Thank you, Miao Miao, I really like it."

"Hehe, as long as Uncle likes it." Seeing that he liked her gift, Lena Roxanne was even happier than if she had received a gift herself.

Bill Hardy, standing nearby, saw this scene and couldn't help but think to himself how skilled the president was; this old flame indeed had its charm.

After the boss arrived, Bill Hardy informed him that the Wright family intended to acquire the store. The boss was overjoyed and immediately agreed, instructing someone to draft the contract. Getting involved with the Wright family was like winning the lottery!

The female clerk, seeing the situation, was so frightened that her legs went weak. She hurried over to Lena Roxanne, apologizing humbly, "I'm sorry, Miss. My attitude earlier was not good, I—"

Before she could finish, the boss walked over and slapped her, "How dare you offend President? Do you want to ruin me?"

"Boss, I—" The clerk's face was swollen on one side, looking somewhat comical.

She was used to flattering those above and stepping on those below, but who would have thought that a girl who looked like an ordinary high school student would have such a powerful background?

About ten minutes later, Emmanuel Wright handed the freshly printed contract to Lena Roxanne, "From now on, this store is yours, Miao Miao."

Lena Roxanne accepted it dazedly, not understanding how a simple trip to buy a tie ended up with her owning the entire store.

Then, Emmanuel Wright added casually, "By the way, I don't like that clerk. Let's fire her."

The clerk's face turned pale, and she tried to plead, but the two of them left without another glance at her.

They went out for dinner together, and Emmanuel Wright invited Lena Roxanne to accompany him to a banquet this weekend. Lena Roxanne happily agreed.

The Roxanne family was also invited to this banquet. The day before, Grace Roxanne tried on the dress that Diana Roxanne had custom-made for her, a pure white off-shoulder puffy dress.

She deliberately twirled in front of Lena Roxanne, lifting the hem slightly, like a proud little swan.

"Sister, what do you think of my new dress? Mom just got it made for me."

Lena Roxanne, who was reading a book on the sofa, glanced at her. The dress was nice, but unfortunately, Grace Roxanne's neck was a bit short, and her shoulders were particularly wide, which the dress highlighted.

But Lena Roxanne wouldn't tell her the truth, so she simply murmured a faint "Mm."

Dissatisfied with her reaction, Grace Roxanne raised her voice slightly, "By the way, did Mom forget to get a dress for you, Sister?"

Hearing this, Diana Roxanne walked over, giving Lena Roxanne an unhappy look, "You represent the face of the Roxanne family. No one knows her, so just wear any dress, it'll be fine."

Although Grace Roxanne was only a fake heiress due to a mix-up, the Roxanne family had invested heavily in her upbringing for eighteen years. Music, chess, calligraphy, and social etiquette—all required significant investment, so they couldn't just give up on her.

Thus, after Lena Roxanne returned, the Jiang couple only announced that she was the orphan of their late friend, adopted by them. This not only earned them a good reputation but also protected Grace Roxanne's status, truly a win-win.

Grace Roxanne's eyes glinted, "I have another dress from last year that I haven't worn much. Why don't you wear it, Sister?"

Mainly because the dress was too ugly, it had been buried in her closet.

Grace Roxanne went to the wardrobe and pulled out a gray, wrinkled dress, tossing it at Lena Roxanne as if bestowing a favor.

"Go try it on, Sister. This dress suits you well."

Lena Roxanne held the wrinkled dress, almost laughing. She looked at Grace Roxanne with a mocking tone, "Your taste is truly something else."

Before Grace Roxanne could react, the doorbell rang, and Aunt Li went to open the door.

"Is this the residence of Miss Roxanne?" A polite man stood at the door.

Aunt Li: "Yes, it is."

"Great, I'm from Phoenix Feather Atelier, here to deliver a dress for Miss Roxanne."

The man stepped inside, unzipped the dust cover, and revealed a finely crafted, smooth red dress.

Phoenix Feather Atelier was a top-tier brand in China, serving mainly the elite and A-list celebrities. One usually needed to book six months in advance.

Diana Roxanne asked, "Could this be from President?"

Grace Roxanne's eyes lit up, and she walked over, reaching out to take the dress.

"Give it to me," she said arrogantly, with an air of superiority.

The man smiled and asked, "Are you Miss Lena Roxanne?"

"What? Lena Roxanne?" Grace Roxanne's hand froze mid-air, awkwardly.

Lena Roxanne guessed the dress might be from Uncle, and walked over cheerfully, "I am Lena Roxanne."

Grace Roxanne, who had been so haughty just moments ago, felt humiliated. She glared at Lena Roxanne and sulkily sat back on the sofa.

The man handed the dress to Lena Roxanne, respectfully, "Please try it on, Miss Roxanne. If there are any adjustments needed, I can take it back for alterations."

"Alright, please wait a moment." Lena Roxanne turned and went to her room.

A few minutes later, she emerged in the red dress. On closer inspection, the dress had intricate silver thread embroidery, shimmering like a galaxy, breathtakingly beautiful.

The dress fit perfectly, and the man left.

Compared to Lena Roxanne's fiery red dress, Grace Roxanne's plain white one seemed dull and unremarkable.

Grace Roxanne, green with envy, confronted Lena Roxanne, "Lena Roxanne, where did you get this dress? Did you really get a sugar daddy?"

"Those who see filth see filth, Grace Roxanne. What kind of dirty thoughts do you have? I'm going to be my boss's date tomorrow, and he sent this. Jealous, are we?"

"Hmph, what a tacky dress, all red and ugly!"

Grace Roxanne, sour grapes in hand, stormed off with the gray dress.

...

On the day of the banquet, Emmanuel Wright sent someone to pick up Lena Roxanne for her styling. Perhaps it was fate, but as soon as she entered the salon, she saw Grace Roxanne, who seemed to be busy talking to someone.

Not long after Lena Roxanne sat down, her makeup artist came out. He was in his forties, with a very elegant demeanor. They greeted each other, and the man began to apply her makeup.

"Your skin is really nice. I only need to apply a light foundation," he praised.

He loved Lena Roxanne's face; it was perfect and required minimal touch-ups.

"Thank you, I appreciate it," Lena Roxanne smiled, and her smile was so radiant that it outshone even the most beautiful flowers.