A Cruel Boutique Owner Humiliated Me, Unaware of My True Identity

A Shocking Confrontation

Clara didn't back down. Instead, she took a step closer, her tear-filled eyes suddenly burning with a fierce intensity.

"You don't understand,"

Clara said, her voice shaking but clear.

"This dress belongs to me. I designed it."

Victoria paused, a brief flicker of panic crossing her face before she masked it with another cruel laugh.

"You? Designed this? This is an exclusive creation by our master designer, Julian Vance. You are delusional."

"Julian Vance was my assistant three years ago,"

Clara countered, her posture straightening.

"Before the fire that destroyed my studio and took my fiancé's life. He stole my sketchbook from the hospital while I was in a coma."

Victoria's face hardened. Fearing a scene that would ruin her store's reputation, she waved her hand frantically.

"Security! Drag this crazy woman away from here right now!"

Two large security guards rushed out, grabbing Clara roughly by the arms. The wealthy shoppers inside pressed their faces against the glass, murmuring in excitement at the unfolding drama.

Just as the guards began to drag Clara away, a sleek black limousine pulled up to the curb. The door opened, and Arthur Pendelton, the billionaire founder of the luxury fashion conglomerate that owned La Fleur Bridal, stepped out. Victoria gasped, her arrogant demeanor instantly dissolving into a submissive smile. She rushed toward him, bowing.

"Mr. Pendelton! What an honor! Please ignore this beggar, we are handling the situation."

But Arthur Pendelton didn't look at Victoria. His eyes were locked onto Clara. He walked past the manager, his face pale with utter shock.

"Clara?"

he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

"Is that really you? The daughter of my late friend Evelyn?"

Victoria froze, her mouth hanging open in sheer terror as the billionaire ordered the guards to release Clara immediately.