Chapter: 941
Half of her dress was now dyed red, the fabric wet and uncomfortable against her skin.

Sean glanced downward and proposed, "Let's retire to the sofa for a moment. I'll summon my assistant to arrange for another dress to be sent."

Norah's attire bore stains, yet the situation hardly phased them.

With a mere phone call, he could rectify the issue.

In a moment of panic, Rosalee took accountability, declaring, "This is entirely my fault. I aimed to ingratiate myself with Miss Wilson, but my unsteady grip led to the unfortunate splashing of wine onto her dress. I must cover the expenses."

After enduring Rosalee's jests, Yolande maintained a stoic silence.

Observing the unfolding drama, Yolande seized the opportunity to unleash her pent-up frustration.

“This dress is a high-end creation by a renowned foreign designer. If memory serves, its market value is approximately three million dollars. Whether the wine stains can be removed remains uncertain.

You will be responsible for the full amount."

She had scrutinized Norah's jewelry and attire meticulously.

Indeed, the dress's value aligned with her assessment. Adorning Norah's hair was a diamond hairpin valued at two hundred thousand, complemented by a pair of diamond earrings priced at one hundred thousand. Her footwear, a prestigious brand, likely exceeded a million.

Yolande couldn't understand why she had mistakenly perceived Norah's attire as indicative of poverty. If those dressed similarly were labeled as impoverished, what sort of individuals could be considered wealthy? Yolande was relieved that she had refrained from making any harsh remarks that might offend Norah.

While three million dollars meant little to Yolande, it constituted a significant sum for Rosalee.

Norah, fully aware of the value of her attire, maintained her composure and assured, “I'll have it professionally cleaned first, and I'll keep you informed of any subsequent expenses."

Intentional or not, Rosalee would inevitably be held accountable for her actions.

Upon learning the price of the dress, Rosalee's countenance fluctuated. Unfamiliar with the brand and assuming it to be obscure, she was caught off guard by its exorbitant cost.

Confronted with the possibility of a three million dollar debt, she was overwhelmed with fear, struggling to maintain her balance.

She grasped the table, mustering a smile. “It's alright. It was indeed my fault; I didn't grip it tightly."

"Norah, let's head over there."

“Just a moment."

Observing Sean and Norah approaching the sofa, Yolande strode over, positioning herself beside Norah.

"Miss Wilson, I have several unworn dresses in my room. If you don't mind, you can use them. It's uncomfortable to remain in wet attire."

Yolande gazed at Norah with sincere eyes. "I realize I made a mistake. Please accept my apology.”

Sean, oblivious to the preceding events involving the two ladies, regarded Norah with bewilderment.