You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 477

After Cecelia left the Heath residence, Irene walked into the living room and respectfully asked, "Miss Meyer, have you made your decision? If you are not satisfied with anything, we will do our best to modify it until you are satisfied."

Charlotte sat down on the couch and pointed to the dress that Cecelia had just picked out for her before she left.

"Just that one, it'll do. You don't have a better designer? Forget about the engagement, you can't be so perfunctory when I get married. Let your chief designer design it for me personally." She had an arrogant face, written with dislike, and her tone was unkind.

Irene bowed her head and took the lecture, "Yes, Miss Meyer is right. Don't worry, with enough time we will be able to fix it to your satisfaction."

"Really? Are you accusing me of not giving you enough time?" Charlotte raised her voice in dissatisfaction.

"No, no, how dare I? I'm sorry, I was wrong, and Miss Meyer is right to remind us that this is a dereliction of duty. I'm sorry for making you unhappy, please forgive me." Irene kept apologizing on the surface, but in her heart, she didn't care. Charlotte only gave them three days in total, and the requirements were so high that even the gods couldn't do it. In order to catch up with the work, they hadn't slept for three days.

"Leave the clothes we've chosen, and take the rest away.” Charlotte waved her hand impatiently and gave the order of expulsion.

Irene murmured behind her, "Yes, Miss Meyer."

She then rushed to call the staff who came with her, and together they packed up their clothes and left the Heath residence.

After walking away, she turned back and spat, cursing, "It's true that she grew up in an orphanage, and with power, she can't change her poor, petty taste. I've met many famous women, and what's so great about her? Our chief, who is a world-renowned designer, only produces one piece of the best a year, and it's not your turn. The daughter of the Heath family, heh, you are still a Meyer, and you are never a Heath.