My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 697

Chapter 697:

Oliver stepped up, signaling her to go. “Miss Herrera, it's tfor you to leave.”

Frustrated, Aliza spun around, not realizing her partially zipped dress would open completely, revealing her back.

Kristopher, Oliver, and Daxton averted their eyes. She usually despised lustful stares, but the indifference of

these three cut her even more deeply. Did they find her so unappealing that they wouldn't even glance her way?

She quickly grasped her dress and rushed to the fitting room.

Once the fitting room door clicked shut, Oliver turned to Kristopher and asked, “Are we still going ahead with the

Apsara purchase?”

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Kristopher had intended to purchase the dress as a present for Carrie, but Aliza’s disruption changed his plans.

While hidden in the fitting room, Aliza listened in on their conversation. She gripped the fabric of the dress

tightly.

Kristopher’s aim was clear. He wanted to gift the dress to Carrie.

Visions of Carrie, typically clad in straightforward styles that flattered most, crossed Aliza’s mind.

The ordinary style Carrie often wore might not suit the elaborate design of the Apsara dress, Aliza considered.

Then she overheard Kristopher’s disdainful remark, saying, “No. It's tainted because she wore it.”

Aliza’s jaw tightened in anger, to the point of nearly cracking a tooth. Tainted? Was she, a woman of virtue, really

tainted?

No. It was Carrie who was tainted—a divorced woman linked with numerous men and rumored to be

inappropriately involved with her cousins. Boiling with these thoughts, Aliza quickly changed her clothes to

leave.

As she exited the fitting room, the store owner stopped her, saying, “Miss, wait.”

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Annoyed, Aliza turned back to the owner, her expression impatient. “What's the problem now?”

The owner showed her the damaged part of the clothing. “You've torn it here. You need to pay the full price.”

Aliza looked at the damaged seam dismissively. “Didn't you sew this yourself? Can't you simply repair it? It tore

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just fromtrying it on, which really makesquestion the quality of your merchandise.”

The owner calmly referred to the rules posted on the wall of the fitting room, which clearly stated that any

damage or stains during a fitting would necessitate purchasing the garment at its full price.

Brushing off the owner's hand, Aliza replied, “I'm not paying. What can you do about it? Do you think your rules

supersede the law? This is just a small tear, only a thread. | might even consider taking this to the consumer

association to complain about your low-quality goods.”

Aliza spun on her heel, her confidence faltering as four or five burly security guards surrounded her, wielding

electric batons.

One stepped forward, his voice sharp. “The Herrera family doesn’t plan on skipping out on the bill, do they? We

wouldn't mind escorting you back hto see what your father has to say about this, Miss Herrera.”