Isla Sutton sternly questioned, looking at the dirty dress she was wearing, her heart ached terribly.
This dress was a borrowed high-end couture.
A single piece was worth several million.
She had just managed to get fifty million, not even warmed it up, and now she had to spend again!
Moreover, the owner of this dress initially didn't even want to lend it to her; she borrowed it using Edwin Blake's name.
It was a heavily crafted haute couture.
Not to mention the cost, once this dress is returned, it would be impossible to borrow another one for future events that require such attire.
This is truly a case of losing both the wife and the soldiers.
The waiter, who also fell quite hard, hung his head and stammered apologies, "Miss, I'm sorry, I tried to avoid you, but you were running too fast, my apologies."
Isla Sutton, filled with anger, kicked the waiter hard.
The waiter felt the pain but didn't dare to say anything, just accepting the beating passively.
