"You really need to change those clothes; they're too outdated. As soon as the salespeople see you, they'll know you're not someone who can afford anything, and they won't show you the good stuff."
Pirrer curled his lip and sized her up: "It's still early, not many malls are open yet. I'll take you back to change clothes first."
"No need to change. Let's just go like this!"
Valentine Teller was utterly speechless.
Why is it so troublesome? Isn't this just a reconnaissance? Why do I have to change clothes? It's really bothersome.
"This definitely won't do. Go back and change. Where do you live?"
Pirrer was adamant, and Valentine had no choice but to give her address. After rush hour, traffic was smooth, and they quickly arrived at her building. Afraid of him waiting too long, Valentine jumped out of the car and dashed upstairs, putting on the Korean-style dress Anastasia Archard had bought for the last masquerade ball.
She took off her baggy jeans and hurried downstairs again.
