Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 469

Emily's brows furrowed when she heard Arwen say that. She didn't understand, but more than that, the confident challenge in Arwen's tone irked her.

Clenching her fingers, she asked, "What do you mean?"

"I am giving you the chance you prove yourself right," Arwen said with a smile. "Didn't you say that it's just Quinn's name giving me the advantage. Then prove it"

Saying that, she turned to the shop attendant. "You heard it all, right?" she asked —not to seek the confirmation, but to confirm it aloud herself. "I am Arwen Quinn, but I am no longer part of the Quinn family. I am not their heiress. So, while assisting me, don't carry any misunderstandings. I am not the rich heiress I was once known to be."

She hadn't corrected people when they addressed her as Ms. Quinn because she found it unnecessary. Not because she wanted to cling to the last remnants of the family she left, but because it was simply more convenient. She didn't want to face yet another change after everything she had endured.

Looking back at Emily, she said, "There, you go. I have helped you confirm everything. Now, try and see if you can get what you think was mine just because of a suffix attached to my name."

Emily was enraged.

Arwen had no longer kept it subtle. She had challenged her openly. And there was no way Emily was going to take it lying down.

She turned to look at the attendant again. "You heard that, right? She is not a Quinn. Now, will you take me to try this dress?"

However, the shop attendant remained put. "Sorry, ma'am. We still can't do that."

"What do you mean?" she asked, her fury rising. "Did you not hear? Or are you too dumb to act accordingly? She is not a Quinn, which means catering to her won't curry you any favours!"

The attendant glanced at Arwen before looking back at Emily. "Ma'am, it's not about her family. It's about our policy." She paused, then added, "Our store respects every customer. And for years, Ms. Arwen has been one of our esteemed clients. This dress is designed and customized for her. We can't accept your request."

"Esteemed guest?" Emily scoffed, pointing a finger at Arwen with a mocking expression. "Her? Haha … did you not find anyone better?"

Arwen didn't react. She simply stood there, calm and composed. Her nonchalance alone was enough to push Emily over the edge, again and again.

"I will pay triple the price. Give it to me." Emily said, gritting her teeth when she caught sight of Arwen's nonchalant expression. "I just like this design, so I am giving you the opportunity to make more profit. And I am sure she hasn't paid for it yet. So, think carefully before refusing me."

She sounded so sure because she knew it had been months since Catrin had cut Arwen's allowance.

Even if Arwen managed to keep up the strong and mighty facade at Lustreé, she couldn't maintain it everywhere. By now, Emily was sure Arwen's savings had run dry —leaving her with more than pocket change.

"There is nothing to think about, ma'am," the attendant said, sounding very sure of her words. "Even if you pay us ten times the price, we still can't give you this piece. It's already been sold."

"Sold?" Emily was taken aback. She stared at Arwen, her disbelief evident. "You paid for this dress?"

She hadn't asked, but she knew Aurora pieces were wildly expensive, especially the custom ones.