In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 29

Chapter 29 Here Come the B**ches Again

In the middle of the high street stood a five–story office building. The exterior of the building was entirely made of glass.

Today was the re–opening day of Emily’s boutique.

It had been three years since she last designed anything. Now she was picking up where she

left off.

This time, her boutique was in a better location than it had been three years ago.

The decor inside was unique, with bright lights shining over the carefully selected clothes and jewelry, Simple and elegant, it showcased the exquisite tas

Back then, Grace’s and Emily’s shop, along with their unique outfit designs, had been all the rage amongst the socialites of Pamore. Many young women

Even before the doors were opened, there was already a long queue outside. They were all rich ladies, waiting patiently outside with their reservation nu

Emily had pulled Grace away from Amirate so she could help out with styling clients.

They were busy all morning. When lunchtime came around and the customers trickled off, Grace and Emily slumped onto a couch, clearly exhausted.

Emily leaned her head against Grace’s shoulder. “Babe, does this remind you of the past?” NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

“Yeah, it’s like we went back three years in time.”

Grace smiled and touched Emily’s face. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

Emily went upstairs to check on her clients. She told Grace to take a longer break

Sitting alone on the couch, Grace caught a glimpse of Celia and Yvonne out of the corner of her

eye.

Celia was wearing an off–season luxury dress. She kept taking selfies around the boutique.

Once she had enough photos, she posted them on social media with the caption, “Look at my haul at this luxury boutique!”

After posting the photos, she dragged Yvonne around excitedly.

Grabbing another expensive dress, she looked at Yvonne pleadingly. “Yvonne, do I look good in this?”

Her underlying meaning was clear. She wanted Yvonne to buy the dress for her.

Yvonne knew it too, but she couldn’t afford much after spending 31 million dollars on the

diamond bracelet.

She couldn’t impress her future sister–in–law, even if she wanted to. Therefore, she feigned ignorance and walked away to look at other things.

Disappointed, Celia clicked her tongue. She wouldn’t have asked Yvonne if she had more pocket money.

Turning, she saw Grace sitting on the couch alone. Celia grabbed Yvonne and headed over to

her.

“Oh, look who it is! I can’t believe they let a divorcee in here,” she said, looking around.

“I guess it’s not as luxurious as I thought it was.”

Grace was too tired to argue with them. “If it’s not high–class enough for you, then leave,” she snapped.

Celia was offended. She put her hands on her hips and raised her voice.

“You can’t speak to me like that! Who do you think you are? I’m a customer at this shop!”

She pointed at one of the staff members. “I want to speak to the owner of the boutique! How can you let people like her into the shop? She’s ruining my s

Grace folded her arms and fl*pped her hair. “I am the owner.”

Celia’s jaw dropped.

“You? You’re the owner?” she asked in disbelief.

“You’re lying!”

Grace scoffed. “Why would I bother lying to you?”

Celia, who wasn’t very witty, had no comeback to this. She gaped at Grace wordlessly.

Yvonne smiled and stepped forward. “Since you’re the owner, Ms. Lewis, you should have .pretty good taste. Can you pick out an outfit for me?

“I’m getting married soon, and I need something to wear for the ceremony.”

Grace serving her would be brilliant revenge for how she had tricked Yvonne out of 31 million

dollars last time.

Grace smiled dryly, her eyes cold. She didn’t move from the couch.

“What’s wrong? Shouldn’t you be serving your customers since you’re the owner of the boutique?” Yvonne prompted.

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“Yes, I do serve my customers,” Grace said, standing up.

“But I don’t remember your names on the invitation list.”

Yvonne and Celia blushed, caught in their lies.

It was true. They hadn’t been invited to the opening of the boutique at all. They had b the invitation from someone else just to keep with the trend.