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Chapter 357:
When Brielle spun around and saw Wyatt, her words faltered, her eyes widening with amazement at such a handsome man.
Wyatt and Sanford had approached when they heard the raised voices. Neither man had stepped in at first, deciding to let the women resolve it. But the moment Wyatt witnessed Brielle attempting to strike Amelia, he moved in without hesitation to stop her.
Letting go of Brielle’s wrist, Wyatt let his gaze turn cold. “Is this what passes for manners in the Chadwick family? Miss Chadwick, does Mr. Kennedy Chadwick know you normally behave like this p>
The mention of Kennedy sent a flicker of unease across Brielle’s face.
Brielle had always been Weston’s favorite, and within the Chadwick family, no one dared challenge her — not even her brothers, Shepard and Weldon Chadwick. Kennedy, however, was the one person Brielle dared not defy.
Straightening her posture, Brielle tried to regain her confidence. “I’m Brielle, Weston’s daughter. May I know your name?” she said, her gaze lingering on the striking man before her.
Wyatt ignored Brielle entirely. His gaze softened as he turned to look at Amelia. “Would you still like to try on the dress p>
𝖱𝗲𝘢𝗱 t𝘩е la𝗍eѕ𝘁 t𝘳e𝘯d𝘀 o𝗇
Amelia gave a small smile and nodded. The shop assistant then led her toward the fitting room.
When Amelia stepped back into view wearing the dress, every head in the shop turned her way.
The deep black fabric made her complexion glow, and the tiered dress brought an effortless blend of grace and liveliness. She gave a playful spin before facing the mirror, then glanced at Wyatt. “What do you think p>
Wyatt didn’t give her an opinion. Instead, he handed his card to the shop assistant. “We’ll take it p>
The instant she spotted the exclusive black card in Wyatt’s hand — a privilege reserved for the world’s elite — the shop assistant accepted it with haste and said with utmost respect, “Please wait here, sir. I’ll handle your purchase right away p>
While she had grown accustomed to serving prestigious clients and handling gold or standard black cards, this was the first time she had ever held an exclusive black card.
From the side, Brielle caught sight of the card as well. Her expression shifted the instant she recognized its significance. She only knew Shepard owned one, and she understood just how rare it was.
There had been a time when she had tried to convince Weston to give her a card like that so she could flaunt it among her peers. But Weston, who usually indulged her, had refused, explaining that the card was issued only to those with bank deposits exceeding ten billion.
Brielle had not anticipated that Wyatt would be someone so wealthy. The realization made her not dare to fight Amelia for the gown anymore.
It wasn’t long before the shop assistant returned, card and receipt in hand for Wyatt to sign. Once his signature was in place, she brought over an elegant black gift box. The lid lifted to reveal a pair of sleek black heels.
The design was simple — two slim leather straps across the foot — yet the heel featured a delicate black butterfly with diamond-studded wings.
Presenting the box to Amelia, the shop assistant spoke gently. “Would you like to try them on? They match your gown perfectly p>
Before Amelia could answer, Wyatt stepped closer, lifted her, and carried her to sit on the sofa. Then he said to the shop assistant, “Hand me the shoes p>