"I can let a lot slide, but if someone steps on the feelings I have for Evelyn, nah, that's a no-go," Julian's jaw was tight, his face bearing clear annoyance.
He shot Emily a frosty stare, eyes sharp. "Weren't you just swearing that Evelyn's dress was fake?"
Emily's head shook slightly as she backed away, looking like she might collapse.
Right in front of everyone, Julian kept going without mercy. "If any of you still have doubts, call up F.Y's flagship store. Ask them yourself whether this dress is real."
The moment he said that, the entire room fell silent—no one even dared to breathe too loud.
Julian glanced over at Amelia with a mocking smirk. "Go ahead, call. Might be your last shot at saving face, who knows?"
The sarcasm in his tone couldn't be missed.
Amelia'
