Chapter 308

Chapter 308 Alan’s sudden change in attitude left everyone present utterly dumbfounded. Collective silence fell over the room, with jaws practically hitting the floor. Especially Alan’s staff, who knew his temper better than anyone. They thought, ‘He was never the type to be easily swayed, so seeing him agree to this request left them completely stunned. It wasn’t just that he agreed–the way he spoke was overly humble, which was unbelievable. Just moments ago, he had refused. How did his attitude change so quickly?‘

Everyone simultaneously thought back to the phone call ‘Who was on the other end of that call? What could have been said to make Alan behave like this? And Alan’s words were even more shocking: not only did he agree to leave all thirty gowns, but he also offered to bring ten more for them to choose from. What was going on?‘

Aurora was equally confused. So what was happening now? Did Alan really agree to leave all thirty gowns just because of a phone call? Was she dreaming?

Charles watched the scene unfold calmly. He thought, ‘For Ms. Zeller, none of this was surprising. Even Silas, a figure who could be written into history books, had brought over No.7 Toxin to have her detoxify him. What could Ms. Zeller possibly not achieve?‘

Yvette lifted her gaze, her deep, tranquil eyes cold and fathomless as a winter lake. She glanced at the struggling Alan and said in a calm voice, “Just leave the thirty gowns. I’ll alter the sizes myself.”

Aurora blinked, confused. “Yvette, you know how to make clothes?”

Yvette nodded slightly. “Kind of, I can do a little.”

When Alan heard this, he thought, ‘If the boss only knows “a little,” then who in the fashion industry would dare say they know how to make clothes? This left no room for anyone else. He really wanted to say that modesty is a disease. The next moment, Alan suddenly realized something ‘Aurora had called his boss her daughter–in–law. Wait, Mrs. Chavez’s daughter- in–law? That means she’s married to the legendary Clusia First Lieutenant General, the man known as the living grim reaper of Betrico? No wonder! The boss really knows how to fly under the radar, quietly making big moves. All those socialites in Betrico couldn’t win him over, but she managed to. Alan looked at Yvette with stars in his eyes, full of admiration.

Aurora glanced up and saw his expression, and doubts began to surface in her mind. ‘What was going on? Why was Alan looking at her daughter–in–law like that? Could it be that he had fallen for her at first sight? No way! Aurora quickly shifted to block Alan’s view, giving him a nod. “Thank you, Director Alan. You can leave the gowns here; I’ll have someone organize them later. No need to trouble yourself.”

Having finally met his idol, Alan wasn’t ready to leave so easily. He decided to press on with his shamelessness. With a polite, gentlemanly smile, Alan said, “Mrs. Chavez, these thirty gowns must be exhausting for Ms. Zeller to alter on her own. If she doesn’t mind, I can help with a few of them.”

Aurora, though reluctant to let Alan spend too much time around Yvette, couldn’t deny that he had a point. She thought, “Thirty haute couture gowns were intricate works, and Yvette would surely get tired altering them all.‘ Aurora patted Yvette’s hand gently and said, “Yvette, Director Alan has a point. Let him help you with a few.”

Yvette glanced at Alan, who looked both eager and excited, raised her brows slightly, and responded in her usual cool tone, “Okay.”

Andrew, who had been speechless ever since Alan agreed to leave the gowns, was once again left amazed. He thought, ‘Sure enough, nothing Yvette said ever went unheeded! He suddenly felt like bowing down to her. It’s clear that being around Yvette really opened your eyes to how the world works.

When Yvette agreed, Alan nearly jumped for joy. He was actually going to work with his boss? He thought, ‘This was a dream come true, something he never dared imagine.

Three hours later, Alan’s hands were trembling from exhaustion Altering thirty haute couture gowns was no joke. The staff Alan had brought with him had already returned to the store; they couldn’t handle this level of craftsmanship. Now, only Andrew, who was dozing off, Charles, who was reading the newspaper, and Aurora, who stayed glued to Alan’s side, remained in the living room, Alan felt utterly drained. From the beginning to now, Mrs. Chavez had been shadowing him, and every time he wanted to say a word to his boss, she’d start asking him various questions. After three hours, he’d only managed to exchange two sentences with the boss, while Mrs. Chavez had practically unearthed his entire life story. Alan glanced over at Yvette. She was still working steadily, her hands moving just as quickly as they had been at the start. ‘Wasn’t she tired? Was she even human?‘

he thought. His own hands were shaking just from holding the scissors. After finishing the last gown, Alan politely turned to Aurora and said, “Mrs. Chavez, aren’t you tired? Maybe you should take a rest.”

Aurora, determined to not give Alan any opportunity to make a move on Yvette, shook her head. “Not tired at all.”

Seeing that there was no way he was going to have a proper conversation with the boss today, Alan dejectedly nodded, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. “I’ve finished. Mrs. Chavez, I won’t disturb you and Ms. Zeller any longer. I’ll be on my way now.” He then turned to Yvette and said, “Ms. Zeller, I’ll be leaving now.”

Yvette had just finished her last gown as well, setting down her needle and thread. She looked at Alan and, in her usual cold tone, said, “Goodbye.”

Alan sighed, slumping a bit as he headed for the door. But just before he left, Aurora called out to him, “Director Alan, aren’t you forgetting something? You must be exhausted and forgot to charge us. How much for the thirty haute couture gowns? I’ll write you a check.”

Alan turned back and first glanced at Yvette, quickly responding “Mrs. Chavez, these thirty gowns are a gift for Ms. Zeller. You don’t need to pay.”

Aurora froze in place. The whole day felt like a dream. Even Charles, who had been reading the newspaper, lifted his head at that. “Vibe” had just gifted thirty gowns? That’s at least five or six hundred million, given away just like that? Ms. Zeller’s influence was sky–high, he thought in disbelief.

Yvette poured herself a glass of water, her cold, deep eyes flickering as she glanced at the stunned Aurora. Raising a brow, she said in a low voice, “No need to pay.”

Alan, after saying his goodbyes, gave a nod to Yvette and hurried out. ‘As if he’d dare charge the boss–or her future mother- in–

law. He’d have to be insane,‘ he thought.

Aurora turned to look at Yvette, who was calmly sipping her water. She couldn’t help but wonder if Yvette had saved the life of “Vibe’s” mysterious owner. This was too much. Just casually waving away several billion? Aurora had now truly witnessed what it meant to be willful.

Setting down her cup, Yvette said to Aurora, “I’m going upstairs. Feel free to do as you please.”

Aurora nodded. Truthfully, she hadn’t fully processed everything that had happened today–it had been too much excitement. But little did she know, the most shocking part was yet to come.

At that moment, Yvette’s phone, left on the table, suddenly rang. Andrew, who had been woken up by the ringtone, groggily stirred. This phone call was terribly timed; he had just been dreaming about his own wedding.