After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 129: Give Us a Break

Roxanne Peyton gasped in astonishment.

"Oh my god, there must be over ten thousand pink diamonds on this dress! I think I’m going blind."

"The main thing is, this looks like a dress from Twinkle. The style is so similar."

Claire Mercer nodded. "It is from Twinkle."

Roxanne Peyton and Stella Thorne both gasped, sucking in a sharp breath.

Stella Thorne was so shocked her jaw dropped.

"The Rowan Family is way too generous, aren’t they? They’re treating you so well."

"Just the pink diamonds on this dress must be worth over a million."

"And since it’s from Twinkle, doesn’t that mean the dress costs several million?"

Roxanne added with a dramatic expression.

"Most importantly, you can’t buy a Twinkle dress just by having money."

"So many A-list international actresses want to wear their dresses to boost their prestige."

"But Twinkle has never collaborated with a single actress."

"The Rowan Family must have gone to a lot of trouble to order a dress from Twinkle, right?"

Claire Mercer nodded.

"Twinkle is the designated brand for the royal families of Elysia."

"Although Twinkle does serve other clients, anyone who can wear one of their dresses is undoubtedly both wealthy and powerful."

Hearing this, Roxanne Peyton and Stella Thorne couldn’t help but sigh with emotion.

"Claire, the Rowan Family is treating you just like their own daughter."

"This dress must have been ordered at least a month in advance to be ready to wear today."

"That means the Rowan Family started preparing for today’s recognition banquet a long time ago."

"It just goes to show how much they value you, truly seeing you as their own daughter."

It was true.

It was only a recognition banquet, yet Claire Mercer had never expected the Rowan Family to prepare a Twinkle dress for her.

She was both shocked and incredibly flattered.

She currently had less than two hundred thousand to her name.

Yet now, a gift worth at least five million was sitting right in front of her—one that the Rowan Family had specially prepared for her.

Claire Mercer felt as if she were dreaming.

Even in her dreams, she wouldn’t have dared to imagine something like this.

If she put this dress on, it would be like wearing a mid-sized house in Rhonia.

Although she had been the young lady of the Mercer Family since birth,

the life she led with the Mercers was probably worse than that of some well-off families.

When had she ever worn such an expensive and luxurious dress?

Seeing that Claire Mercer had been in the dressing room for a long time without coming out,

Mrs. Rowan worried that the dress might not fit and hurried over to knock on the door.

"Claire, it’s me."

Hearing Mrs. Rowan outside, Claire Mercer quickly got up to open the door for her.

When she came in and saw that Claire Mercer still hadn’t changed into the dress,

Mrs. Rowan asked her, "What’s wrong, Claire? Does the dress not fit?"

"That’s not it, Godmother." Claire Mercer shook her head.

Then she looked at the resplendent dress lying in the gift box.

"I just feel... this dress is too valuable."

At her words, Mrs. Rowan smiled in relief.

’And here I was, thinking it didn’t fit.’

She gently took Claire Mercer’s hand and said, "What do you mean, valuable? My daughter must wear the very best."

"Besides, this is your first time appearing as a daughter of the Rowan Family. We can’t have you looking too plain."

"But this is just too much..."

Wearing several million on her body felt far too extravagant to Claire Mercer.

"Don’t say that. You know how hard this dress is to order. This is..."

"In any case, the dress was custom-made for you. If you don’t wear it, no one else can."

"Besides, it’s not like our family has any other daughters. We can’t just let it sit in the closet and gather dust, can we?"

"Yeah, Claire, Mrs. Rowan has a point," Roxanne Peyton also began to persuade her.

"This dress isn’t just valuable, it’s also incredibly hard to get."

"Mrs. Rowan and her family cherish you so much. You can’t just spurn their kindness, can you?"

"That’s right, that’s right. Your friend here is absolutely correct."

After speaking, Mrs. Rowan looked at Roxanne Peyton with an appreciative gaze.

The girl was quite striking as well.

And when she smiled, she was like a little sun, full of bright, youthful energy.

With just that one look, Mrs. Rowan felt an affinity for the girl.

’My Silas has always been so cold, just like an iceberg. He won’t even spare a glance for all those girls who show interest in him. This girl is the complete opposite of my son. One is as cold as an iceberg, the other as warm as the sun... If they got together, wouldn’t they complement each other perfectly?’

As she thought this, Mrs. Rowan’s gaze toward Roxanne Peyton became infinitely gentle.

It was as if she were looking at her future daughter-in-law.

"Claire, dear, this is..."

Claire Mercer read something in Mrs. Rowan’s eyes.

Thinking about how her godmother had been nagging her son about marriage every day recently...

The corners of her lips curved up uncontrollably as she introduced her friends with a wide smile.

"Godmother, these two are my very, very best friends."

"This is Roxanne Peyton, the little princess of the Peyton Family."

Mrs. Rowan looked at Roxanne Peyton, her face beaming with a kind smile.

’So she’s the Peyton family’s daughter.’

Although she disliked socializing, she had heard of the Peyton Family.

Compared to the other prominent families in Rhonia, the Peytons were relatively low-key.

Moreover, the Peyton family’s conduct was humble and prudent, and their family upbringing was excellent.

’A daughter raised by a family like that is bound to be wonderful. Plus, she’s Claire’s best friend, so her character must be impeccable.’

With that, Mrs. Rowan had already made up her mind to set Roxanne Peyton up with her own personal iceberg.

Claire Mercer continued her introductions. "Godmother, this is Stella Thorne."

"She’s my model partner for the design competition I’m in."

Perhaps because of her affection for Claire, Mrs. Rowan was equally pleased with both Stella Thorne and Roxanne Peyton.

Claire Mercer didn’t elaborate much on Stella Thorne’s family background.

But Mrs. Rowan didn’t ask for more details.

Besides, social standing wasn’t her primary concern.

She valued character and upbringing more.

People born into high society don’t necessarily have good character or upbringing.

The two aren’t equivalent.

After Roxanne Peyton and Stella Thorne politely greeted Mrs. Rowan,

the three of them helped Claire Mercer change into the dress.

The gown, which seemed to be studded with countless stars, outlined her figure to the point of utter perfection.

Paired with the exquisite makeup custom-designed for her by a top makeup artist,

it further accentuated her stunningly elegant features and refined air.

Everyone present looked at her with expressions of awe and admiration.

Even Mrs. Rowan felt that today, Claire Mercer was like a fairy descending on a path of starlight.

No wonder her own hopelessly devoted nephew had been secretly in love with her for a full decade.

But her nephew really did have excellent taste.

Only when worn by her could this dress fully bloom with its inherent elegance and grace.

"So beautiful..." Roxanne Peyton breathed in admiration.

"Even as a girl, I’m completely mesmerized."

"Woman, please stop exuding all that charm! Leave some room for me and Stella to live."

Stella Thorne chimed in with a grin.

"If Adrian Sutton saw this, wouldn’t he be absolutely captivated?"

Claire Mercer laughed and feigned annoyance at the two of them. "Alright, that’s enough with your dramatic expressions and compliments."

And when Adrian Sutton, who had come to pick up Claire Mercer, saw her at that moment, it was just as Stella Thorne had said.

He was so stunned that his heart skipped a beat.

His eyes seemed to be welded onto her.

He couldn’t bear to look away for even an inch.

Although Silas Rowan was also stunned, he quickly recovered.

Seeing Adrian Sutton’s unblinking, lovestruck expression,

he couldn’t help but shoot him a sideways glance.

"Snap out of it. Your eyes are practically welded to her."