The Sweet Revenge Plan of the Wrong Mrs. Perkins

re stood a young woman decked out in the la

tfit is from the Silent Thread limited series, the newest release of the

t the newest, most expensive stuff. Why didn't you recommend it when

. "Miss Rivers, it was my mistake. I'm really sorry. Ma

xploded, "Why should I look at anything else? I s

icked up the set she'd already taken

r and blocked her path, barking, "That o

her eyes. "And w

ith a smug smirk. "Because I'm the top-tier premium customer here, I get first dibs on everyt

n-a rich heiress with no patience and a short fuse. All t

on in annual purchases, plus a five-million balance. It offers priority on all items. Please understand. If you're really interested, we

e I like this piece, obviously it belongs to me. Even if there are more later,

illions. Ever since she was a kid, anything she wanted, she got. Even i

lted her he

an had mentioned-the one throwing in

the card completely. Instead, she pulled out her phone

t up towar

ode before and carefully scanned it. Th

This outfit is officially yours. Would you li

en does Aurelune have so-called top-tier members? These days scammers are everywhere, don't let yourselves get played like idiots!" Sophia's voice rose with frustration a

ly calm. She glanced over at Sophia, her eyes cold and dismissive, and said with

t about to snap back when her eyes landed on the countertop computer screen. The

up's fashion department, Sophia k

But 006 wasn't just a number. It was special, reserved for the few rare collaborators who had equa

knowingly

ever been whispers of any outside partnership. That this woma

anced Sophia's way now, all fo

ike royalty-was being flat-out ignored. Her pride was burning. Her s

ont of everyone, and Sophia's skin turned bl

ottle of black ink, already open, sitting beside a Pa

filled the pen with ink, turned around, and

ntha's outfit. Sophia let out a soft snicker, clearly satisfied, yet apparently still

soaked into the linen outfi

Sophia drawled, "Oop

mantha's eyes over the ink. Instead, her g

ing ruined by that spilled ink, something in her face

rd, yanked up the

ac

nded clean acros

here five red marks started to rise. "You-You

the only heiress to Rivers Group-one of

ven so-called friends-who dared do anything but bow to

lm on her face. "Damn right I hit you. Or do

over from her words. Everyone f

eep black stains. The fabric-linen-blended-was nearly im

a screamed, her voice climbing as her fury exploded. Her heavily-lined eyes we