The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"Wow!"
Everyone couldn't help but exclaim in amazement as they looked at Rachel, who was shyly hiding behind Bella.
It was true that the right clothes made a big difference in one's appearance.
When Rachel first arrived, she was dressed in plain, casual clothes. Despite her natural beauty, she had a shy and submissive
attitude. Coupled with the way she hunched her shoulders and exuded an air of inferiority, it made the others feel distressed.
However, after being dressed up by Bella, Rachel underwent a complete transformation.
If one did not know better, one would think she was a pampered princess from some prestigious family.
"Wow, so beautiful!" Amelia clapped her hands, unable to contain her excitement. "Rachel is naturally gorgeous. With this dress,
she's shining like a star! She looks stunning!"
"That dress... Looks pretty good." Arnold, who always thought highly of himself, couldn't resist complimenting the dress.
Roza scoffed. "I made it all by myself. There's only one like it in the whole world. Who would have the nerve to say it doesn't look
great? I'd love to hear it."
Roza confidently tilted her head back slightly and looked at Rachel with a satisfied expression, as if she were unveiling her
masterpiece to the whole world.
"I was just thinking it looked similar to your work, Roza. It turns out it really is yours!" Amelia looked at Roza with admiration. "In
terms of top international designers, I think of you and Sharon."
Amelia sighed and continued, "It would be great if I were lucky enough to meet Sharon. I think she's simply the brightest gem in
the design world! I must get her autograph and take a photo with her!" Roza lifted her teacup and sipped her tea, glancing at
Bella with a light chuckle.
Arnold's eyes widened in shock.
When he was abroad, he would watch fashion shows whenever he was bored. Of course, he had heard of the renowned
designer Roza Walker. But never in a million years would he have imagined she was the girl he often saw lingering around Bella.
Indeed, the friends of the Thompson family's young heiress were quite extraordinary.

"Ms. Walker," Arnold called out to Roza.
"What's the matter, Dr. Larson?" Roza, who had long learned of Arnold's reputation from Bella, naturally responded with a
pleasant demeanor.
He cleared his throat and said, "Can I
ask you to design an outfit for me?" Arnold cast a casual glance at Asher's back, a hint of softness rippling in his eyes.
"One outfit, a men's suit."
"I'm fully booked for the next six months."
"Ah..." Arnold felt that there was no chance and was disappointed.
"But," Roza interjected, her hand supporting her chin, smiling brightly at him, "Dr. Larson is a good friend of my master, so I must
do it for you. However, for a suit to fit well and look good, it needs to be tailored to the individual. So, Dr. Larson, whenever you
have time, you can come to my studio, and l't take your measurements. If you really don't have time, just let me know the details.
The more detailed it is, the better."
Arnold looked away from Asher's tall figure, smiling slightly. "Okay, I'll get it done as soon as I can. Thank you."
"Justin? lan? When did you guys come back?!"
Bella spotted the two men by the door and greeted them with a smile. She took Rachel's hand and happily went over to them.
lan looked at Rachel in awe, feeling nervous with his heart pounding like a drum, unable to control his feelings.
Rachel blushed and pursed her lips shyly as lan's intense gaze made her feel self-conscious.
"Why aren't you greeting each other? What's the matter? Are you feeling a bit shy in your fancy outfit?" Bella smiled and nudged
Rachel toward lan with a grin.
With a little more force than
intended, Rachel's soft body collided
into lan's arms. He quickly held on to

her as her delicate hands pressed against his pounding chest.