Chapter 415: Justin’s Warning

Meira was wearing that same white dress. It was far too short and revealing, and it was obvious from her expression that she was deeply uncomfortable in it.

Justin clenched his fists as his gaze burned into Grace, who met it with a smug, triumphant smile.

"She looks beautiful, doesn’t she?" Grace said sweetly. "I was thinking of making her my maid of honor. That dress is perfect for her."

Ignoring her completely, Justin walked over to a display, pulled out a modest yet elegant dress, and handed it to Lana. "Make her wear this."

Lana nodded and carried out his instructions without a word.

Grace, undeterred, smirked at him. "That was a beautiful choice. Seems like you know women’s fashion quite well."

"You’re forgetting—I have a wife," Justin replied coolly, mocking her.

Grace felt bitter hearing him say that in front of the staff present. But she kept her composure and replied, "That’s even better—having a man who’s experienced."

She then looked at the man standing beside her and added, "This is Paul, who’s going to design our wedding outfits."

Justin remained silent—he was only there for Meira, not for conversation.

Grace continued, "Paul is the assistant of the world-renowned designer Patrick. So it’s as good as having Patrick design for me."

Justin looked at her with a mocking gaze. "You couldn’t get Patrick to work for you?"

"Mr. Aiden," Paul spoke up, "Mr. Patrick is currently busy designing a dress for someone very important to him. The dress is expected to take several months to complete—it’s being handmade by Mr. Patrick himself. Until then, he has declined all other commissions and gone into seclusion to focus solely on it."

The showroom manager, who had overheard the conversation, looked surprised. "Someone who can make Mr. Patrick commit like that must be incredibly powerful—or very close to him personally. It’s difficult just to get an appointment with him."

"True," Paul agreed. "Mr. Patrick said this is the most important project of his life—and it’ll be the most expensive dress he’s ever created."

"May I know who the client is?" the manager asked curiously.

"Someone from the Imperial City," Paul replied. "But I’m not sure exactly who. Mr. Patrick keeps his personal commissions private until they’re completed—not even I know."

Grace felt a spike of envy and wondered who the bride could be. With so many elite families in the Imperial City, it was hard to guess.

"Anyway, let’s do a trial for my dress—since my fiancé is such a busy man," she said, signaling the staff, who were already prepared to assist.

Before stepping into the trial room, she turned to Justin. "You’re wealthier than those rich families in the Imperial City. You could’ve just ordered Patrick to make a dress for me..."

"You don’t deserve it," Justin replied coldly, his gaze shifting past her—toward the trial room where Meira had gone.

She came out wearing a beautiful light peach-colored dress that complemented her pale and delicate skin tone. The dress had deliacate lace sleeves and it’s flairy skirt reached just to her knees, revealing her slender legs beneath. It maintained her innocent charm while adding an elegant, graceful touch.

Meira didn’t look uncomfortable in this dress—on the contrary, her face lit up with a quiet glow.

"Did you like it?" Justin asked.

She nodded immediately, then hesitated. "Do I look good in it?"

"You look pretty," Justin said, and walked over to browse a few more clothing racks. He selected several dresses and handed them to the staff. "All of these. Get them in her size."

The staff nodded and left to make the arrangements.

"Brother, I don’t go anywhere... I don’t need all this," she said softly.

"You will," he replied.

Just then, one of the staff returned. "Mr. Aiden, your fiancée is ready."

Meira looked toward the grand trial area, where the curtain had been drawn aside. Grace stood there in a stunning bridal gown, expecting admiration.

But Justin didn’t even glance in her direction. Instead, he turned to Noah. "I’m heading out," he said, then looked at Meira. "Let’s go."

Justin and Meira left, leaving Noah behind to take care of the dresses and the bill.

"Aiden!" Grace called after him—but Justin didn’t stop.

Instead, he reached out and gently took Meira’s hand, walking away with complete indifference.

Grace stood frozen, her fists clenched at her sides. She felt like tearing the entire place apart. Her teeth ground together in fury.

Lana collected the dress Meira had worn when she arrived and followed Justin, while Noah stayed behind to make the payment and collect the selected dresses.

Justin dropped both women back at the Riverdale estate, then went to meet Aeldric—to issue a warning.

"Without my permission, you’re not sending Meira anywhere," Justin said coldly. "If something happens to her, you can forget about this wedding."

"You didn’t go with your fiancée, so your sister was making up for it," Aeldric replied, unfazed, clearly enjoying Justin’s anger.

"What matters to you is this wedding. If you want it to happen, then don’t try forcing me into anything else by using that girl as leverage," Justin countered. "You’re smart enough to know that if she’s your leverage, you should protect her—at least until you’ve achieved your goal. But it seems you’re not doing that. Keep testing me... and you’ll see what I’m capable of."

With that, Justin turned and left.

Aeldric’s grip on his cane tightened, his gaze darn.