Joanne stormed into the mansion, still fuming. Sophia always knew how to get under her skin.
But as she stepped into her bedroom, she froze.
The entire room was filled with shopping bags. Not just any bags—the ones from the boutique she had just left.
Her heart pounded as she walked toward the elegant red gown displayed on a mannequin in the center of the room. It was breathtaking—a dazzling creation from the world's number one designer, Her Role. The deep red fabric shimmered under the soft lighting, flowing like liquid fire.
And it was one of a kind.
Her hands trembled as she touched the delicate embroidery. How is this here?
Before she could process, a voice behind her spoke.
"The top makeup artist has arrived to prepare you for the gala," Martha informed her.
Joanne turned slowly. "Who… who did this?"
Martha smiled politely. "Who else but Mr. King?"
Joanne's breath hitched.
Alexander had seen everything. And instead of confronting her about it, he had silently crushed her enemies and given her everything.
She wasn't sure whether to be grateful… or afraid.