She Mocked My Dirty Clothes, Not Knowing My Mother Designed That Million-Dollar Dress

A Shocking Confrontation

Clara took a deep breath, refusing to let Victoria’s cruelty break her spirit.

I have more right to be in this boutique than you do, Victoria,

Clara said, her voice growing stronger.

And I know for a fact that you did not design this dress.

Victoria’s face flushed red with anger. She took a threatening step forward.

How dare you! I am the lead designer and manager of Vance Bridal! Security, get this crazy woman off our property!

Just as the burly security guard stepped forward, a sleek black limousine pulled up to the curb. The door opened, and an elderly man in a sharp bespoke suit stepped out. It was Arthur Pendelton, the primary investor of the boutique and a longtime friend of Clara’s late mother, Evelyn.

Victoria’s demeanor changed in an instant. She rushed toward him, her voice suddenly sweet and high-pitched.

Mr. Pendelton! What a wonderful surprise! We were just dealing with a minor nuisance. This disheveled woman is causing a scene.

Arthur ignored Victoria entirely. His eyes were wide with shock as he stared at Clara.

Clara?

he whispered, his voice trembling.

Is that really you, my dear? We have been searching for you for months!

Victoria froze, her jaw dropping.

Mr. Pendelton, surely you don't know this... this street person?

Arthur turned to Victoria, his eyes flashing with fury.

This 'street person' is Clara Vance, the only daughter of Evelyn Vance. Now that her grandfather's trust has matured, she is the sole heir to the Vance estate and the majority owner of this entire boutique!

Victoria gasped, her face turning pale. But she quickly tried to defend herself.

That may be, but she still cannot claim this dress! This gown is registered under my name. It is my intellectual property, and she has no proof otherwise!