The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 24
After all, who is Fleur?
Apart from the royalty, she was someone who would never move for anyone else’s call.
Making a reservation meant waiting a year to receive a custom dress, and no amount of money could expedite the process.
The boutique itself operated on reservations, so technically, Roxelyn and Marquis Gerun should have been turned away.
Had Roxelyn not barged in and briskly pointed out items to purchase, she would have been politely but firmly asked to leave by Fleur.
“And the total comes to 820,380,000 Olans.”
But cash is king.
Fleur spoke more brightly than she had when her name first became known and the high-nosed nobles lined up at her door.
“How shall we handle the payment?”
Upon Fleur’s question, Roxelyn looked at Marquis Gerun.
Gerun chuckled and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from his jacket pocket.
After writing something, he handed the rectangular paper to Fleur.
“Take this check to the bank, and they’ll give you the money.”
Fleur’s eyes widened as she carefully took the paper.
It was the legendary blank check.
Moreover, the amount written on it was more than the quoted price.
1 billion Olans.
A startled Fleur looked at Gerun.
Gerun, having already turned away from her, was extending his hand to Roxelyn, who was seated on the sofa, as if to escort her.
“I’ll buy any good designs you make in advance for her.”
It seemed like he meant to give a down payment and asked Fleur to keep Roxelyn supplied with good clothes.
Fleur bowed, her face a mix of surprise and gratitude.
“Yes, I will make sure to do that. Thank you for your trust.”
Gerun answered with a faint smile in place of words.
Roxelyn looked at Gerun disapprovingly, then sighed and placed her hand on his palm.
‘…What exactly is their relationship?’
Fleur was somewhat experienced, having attended a few banquets since inheriting the title of Baron.
But she had never heard of any connection between Roxelyn Bellion and Marquis Gerun Wilfred.
Roxelyn too felt curious gazes from all around.
“Owner. Fleur, was it?”
Just as Roxelyn, escorted by Gerun, was about to leave the store, she suddenly smiled and spoke.
“Ah. Yes, that’s correct.”
“You’ve got good quality dresses. The designs are quite impressive too.”
“Ah! Thank you.”
Fleur’s smile brightened at Roxelyn’s slightly dry compliment.
“Running a boutique like this, you must see and hear a lot…”
At Roxelyn’s leisurely voice, Fleur looked up and then tensed.
Her voice was soft and laced with laughter, but her crimson eyes were infinitely piercing.
Those eyes were looking straight at Fleur.
Fleur, stiffened by that gaze, hurriedly spoke.
“Yes. But our boutique’s lips are very sealed. We won’t disappoint you, my lady.”
Fleur quickly responded, as if she would suffocate under that gaze otherwise.
Only then did Roxelyn nod, satisfied.
“Good. I can trust you.”
“Yes, don’t worry!”
Fleur clenched her fist, assuring Roxelyn.
“Then we’ll be going.”
No sooner had Roxelyn finished speaking that she bowed deeply.
“Thank you for coming! Please visit us again. The Fleur Boutique will always welcome you both.”
Watching his bowed head, Roxelyn spoke.
“And this is just me meddling, but feel free to ignore it.”
“Yes?”
“There are troubling rumors from the south. Might be good to change your suppliers.”
Ding—
“H…Huh?”
As Fleur lifted her head, understanding the suggestion a beat too late, Roxelyn was already gone.
