Sandra's voice was dripping with envy as she said this while pointing at Lyndsy's dress.
Hearing the words of this evidently jealous woman, Lyndsy believed what she said.
After giving Sandra a contemptuous look, she withdrew a dark red lipstick from her handbag and
applied another layer to her already red lips.
After she was finished touching up her make-up, she sauntered over to the CEO's office, swaying her
not-so- slim waist as she walked.
A triumphant smile tugged at the corners of Sandra's lips as she watched Lyndsy make her way to the
CEO's office.
She couldn't help but think, ‘Don't rejoice just yet.
You wouldn't be laughing for a while after this!’ Sandra then picked up the telephone and dialed the
extension to the CEO's office.
When he answered, she anxiously said, "Sir, Lyndsy broke in!"
Hearing the "Hmm" on the other end of the line, she smiled and hung up.
Raising a peace sign, she silently shouted, ‘Ha!’ As she saw Lyndsy turn the corner, she disdainfully
thought, ‘I really don't know who this woman thinks she is or why she believes she is such a great
catch! But knowing that he's married, how could she still want to be with her brother-in-law?’ In
Sandra's eyes, Patricia was the ideal match for the CEO.
She may have only met the woman once, but that one time left such a deep impression on her that she
couldn't help thinking this way.
She could still vividly recall meeting Patricia when she attended the CEO’s wedding.
At that time, the CEO, Zac, was by no means a significant person in the city, and he was not valued by
his family.
And she was forced by her friend to attend his wedding.
Now, before the wedding had commenced, she had gotten lost within the big hotel.
This was when she had accidentally run into Patricia, a glass of wine in hand.
Of course, the run-in had led to her sprinkling Patricia's dress with her wine, and splotches of the red
drink could be seen scattered over her clothing.
This scared her senseless because she had heard that this was the latest style in Paris, which meant it
was too expensive for her to afford a replacement.
And even if she could incur the cost, the wedding ceremony was set to begin shortly.
Where could she possibly find a dress worth the same value in such a short time? Furthermore, these
wedding dresses from Paris were all limited editions, so even if one had the money, there was still no
guarantee that one could get their hands on such a dress.
After the damage was done, Patricia made a U-turn and went straight back to her dressing room.
Without uttering a word, she began rummaging through her bag while Sandra remained there, shaken
up by the ordeal.
At that time, Sandra was just an ordinary employee with limited income.
She was so afraid of the consequences of her mishap that she kept apologizing to Patricia.
In fact, she had given up all hope of being let off the hook for this mistake because there was a rumor
floating around that the eldest daughter of the Sampson family was unruly and stubborn.
But to her surprise, instead of blaming her, Patricia comforted her by saying, "It's alright.
It's only a dress, isn't it? Besides, I have a solution, but I'll need your help."
As Patricia spoke, she extracted three bottles of nail polish from her bag, one pink, one dark red, and
one dark green.
"Aha, I finally found them!" she exclaimed.
She sat down on the chair and beckoned Sandra closer.
"Come over here and help me out."
Although she had no idea what Patricia required of her, she still walked over to her obediently and
crouched down beside her on the ground.
"Help me unravel the wet dress,"
Patricia instructed Sandra as she unscrewed the lids of the nail polish bottles.
With trembling hands, Sandra spread out the wedding dress and awaited further directions.
Unexpectedly, Patricia saw right through her discomfort and reassured her by saying, "Don't worry.I
have a way to fix this."
Sandra's eyes burned her, but she nodded immediately.
She felt grief-stricken, not because Patricia hadn't asked her to compensate for the wedding dress, but
because she took it upon herself to comfort and console her instead.
She hadn't expected this reaction from Patricia.
She had expected her to throw blame and demand reparation.
While Sandra remained flabbergasted about the whole situation, Patricia made quick work of her hands
and applied streaks of nail polish to the dress.
Sandra was so astonished by Patricia's graceful movements that she couldn't hide her surprised
expression.
In under ten minutes, the stained wedding dress was transformed.
The red wine stains became the picture of a lotus pond by moonlight.
The sight was so fascinating that Sandra became mesmerized.
‘Wasn't the eldest daughter of the Sampson family supposed to be unruly and talent-less? Wasn't she
only relying on her family's influence to get by?' But the woman in front of her was anything but that.
She seemed like a pure soul, making those around her instantly comfortable.
"Don’t just stand still now.I've done the hard part, but it hasn't dried yet.Find something that can be
used to fan it dry.Quickly! We don't have much time left."
Patricia prompted the stunned Sandra into action.
"Okay, okay! I'm on it,"
Sandra replied and searched the room.
Finally, she found a book and returned to Patricia's side, where she began fanning the dress.
The wedding dress was dried in the nick of time before the ceremony started.
However, before entering the wedding hall, Patricia said to Sandra, "Today's events are only known to
you and me.Don't tell anyone else.Even your friend can't know about it, got it?"
Patricia left, but Sandra remained behind, lost in thought.
It wasn't till her friend found her after the wedding had ended that she left the room.
Later, she learned that the wedding dress was brought from Europe by Zac at the cost of three million
Euros.
Because of the damage that was done to it, Patricia was severely scolded by Zac afterward.
Consequently, the Reynolds family shunned her as well.
Never mind that the painting she made was exquisite! That's when it dawned on Sandra why Patricia
had requested they keep it a secret among themselves.
Patricia wanted to protect her from the backlash she would have received had it been known that she
was the culprit.
As a result, Patricia silently bore the full blame by herself.
That was why she hesitated and felt guilty when the CEO asked her to fabricate lies stating that
something was wrong with Patricia's lifestyle.
‘Alas! Patricia, are you still okay even now?' whispered Sandra sadly to herself as she recalled what
had transpired three years ago.
When Lyndsy arrived at the CEO's office's door, she just pushed it open and walked right in instead of
knocking.
However, to her surprise, it was an ashtray that greeted her.
The ashtray hit her directly in the forehead, causing blood to flow down her cheek.
"Ahhhh..."
Screaming, Lyndsy covered her forehead in horror and looked at Zac in disbelief.
She couldn't believe that her beloved Zac would treat her like this! But Zac didn't even raise his head to
look at her.
He was busy reading the documents in his hand, and he said coldly, "You entered my room without so
much as a knock at the door.Don't you even have basic manners? Get out!"
"Zac!"
Lyndsy covered her forehead and cried out in pain, an aggrieved expression plastered on her face.
Little did she know that her distressed facial expression looked peculiar under all the blood masking her
face.
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