His Unveiled Passion

The sales associate's smile brightened immediately. She loved straightforward customers like this.

"Of course. Please give me a moment. I will have it wrapped up for you right away."

"You have excellent taste, miss. This dress is one of our latest designs and one of our best sellers. In fact, this is the very last piece we have in stock," the associate added warmly.

Just as she turned to take the dress off the mannequin, the shop door opened again, and a couple walked in.

The woman wore heavy makeup and a revealing outfit, with a tiny camisole paired with an ultra-short denim skirt, long legs, a curvy figure, and an air of bold confidence.

"Darling, I want that dress. Buy it for me, will you?" The woman pointed directly at the sky-blue dress that Tessa had just chosen, leaning sweetly against the arm of the man beside her.

The man gave her an indulgent smile. "If my sweetie wants it, my sweetie gets it."

Turning to the sales associate, he waved his hand dismissively. "Wrap up that dress for us."

For a brief moment, the sales associate's expression faltered. But she quickly recovered her polite demeanor and replied with a smile, "I'm sorry, sir, but this young lady chose that dress first. It is the last one we have.

"Perhaps you would like to look at some of our other new arrivals. We have many beautiful options."

"I want that one," the woman snapped, her expression souring.

The man turned his gaze toward Tessa, and his eyes lit up at the sight of her.noveldrama

She was stunning. Her figure and features were flawless, effortlessly elegant without a trace of artificiality. Compared to the heavily altered appearance of the woman clinging to his arm, Tessa was clearly in a different league.

Still, his girlfriend was standing right there. No matter how much he wanted to stare, he could not afford to act foolishly in front of her.

And for a man like him, pride mattered more than anything. Backing down was not an option.

He looked Tessa straight in the eye and said, "I want that dress. Why don't you pick something else?"

As he spoke, he pulled out his wallet and casually peeled off a thick stack of bills, holding the money out toward her.

"Here. Take this."

Tessa let out a soft, cold laugh. "I saw the dress first. I'm not giving it up."

The man's frown deepened. His gaze dropped to the handbag Tessa was holding.

Until then, he had been too focused on her face and figure to notice it. But as his eyes settled on the bag, the logo caught his attention.

He recognized the brand. Anyone carrying that kind of bag was not someone you could brush off with a few thousand in cash.

His expression changed. Tucking the money back into his wallet, he adjusted his tone, sounding much more charming.

"My girlfriend really likes that dress. What if I paid whatever price you asked for? Would you consider selling it to me?"

Tessa's gaze remained icy. "No."

The woman beside him sneered. "Walking around with a fake bag and still acting like you're somebody. How embarrassing."

She gave Tessa a slow, scornful once-over, her eyes filled with disdain.

"That bag you're carrying is not even available on the official website.

Next time you buy a line

knockoff,

leas@do your homework. Save

yourself the humiliation."

"Fake?" The man looked at the bag again, narrowing his eyes. At first glance, he

had not noticed anything unusual. The craftsmanship looked impeccable.

The woman chimed in confidently. "That's right shop on that brand's website all the time. Trust me, that design does not even exist in their catalog. It's probably some cheap replica she picked up from

hov

who-knows-where. Honestly, it's pathetic."

She narrowed her eyes at Tessa, her voice thick with mockery.

"You're clearly someone who has never owned the real thing. You probably don't know the correct brand name. You can't even tell difference between Miu Miu, Prada, or Chanel, can you? I bet you're the type who thinks carrying any bag with a logo makes you look rich.