An elegant, composed voice suddenly spoke up, interrupting the confrontation between the two women.

Joanne turned at the sound and saw that Bella Green had already lifted her head.

Although she couldn’t clearly see her face, those eyes and that voice made Joanne recognize her instantly.

"Bella Green?" Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice was icy.

Bella’s eyes curved, and it was certain that the lips beneath her mask were also curved into a smile.

"What a coincidence."

Joanne smiled, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

Bella walked over, looked at the dress, and said with a smile, "I remember that Wikipedia profile mentioned that Miss Jordan doesn’t like the color red."

Joanne’s smile didn’t falter, but carried an air of inscrutability.

Indeed, she didn’t like red.

But someone else did...

Yesterday, Bella had worn a red dress, which completely captured that person’s attention.

Today, Joanne was here specifically to buy a red dress because she had a date with that man tonight.

But after browsing around, she hadn’t found anything satisfactory, except for this one, which was quite acceptable.

Unexpectedly, she ran into Bella Green.

"Just filled it out casually. But Miss Green, do you like red that much?"

Bella raised an eyebrow, sensing an ulterior meaning in Joanne’s words.

"Miss Jordan has a healthy honey-colored complexion, but red suits paler skin better," Joanna Ramsey suddenly interjected.

The remark instantly changed Joanne’s expression.

The lips beneath Bella’s mask stretched into an unrestrained grin.

This girl really loves speaking her mind.

Wasn’t this a jab at Joanne for not being fair-skinned enough, implying red would make her face look even darker?

However, at this moment, it seemed that Joanne’s face was indeed quite dark with anger.

"Are you trying to fight with me over this?" Joanne raised her chin slightly and looked at Bella, asking coldly.

Bella found the question amusing.

Joanne was clearly talking about the dress, but somehow, Bella sensed an entirely different competition.

As if what Joanne wanted to contend for was something else entirely...

Bella pointed to Joanna Ramsey’s hand.

"It seems she picked it up first."

Joanne curled her lips into a smile and suddenly raised a finger, beckoning to a shop assistant nearby.

The shop assistant, who had been instructed not to follow her, immediately walked over with a look of delight.

"Miss Jordan, is there anything you need?" the shop assistant asked excitedly.

Although they frequently encountered celebrities in these international brand boutiques, someone of Joanne’s stature was not someone you could easily meet.

"I’m a member of your store. So, do I have exclusive choice rights?"

Joanne spoke without even looking at her.

The shop assistant was momentarily stunned, then glanced at the dress in Joanna Ramsey’s hand and understood.

"Of course, Miss Jordan, have you set your eyes on this dress?" the shop assistant asked, then looked at Joanna Ramsey, "Miss, I’m sorry, we have many styles you can look at. Miss Jordan wants to try this one."

The way she phrased it was tactful, as if implying they were just browsing and could not really afford it.

Joanna Ramsey didn’t expect to be told to hand the dress over to Joanne and found it incomprehensible.

"I’m not just browsing; I’ve taken a liking to this dress, and my friend wants to try it on too."

"I’m sorry, but Miss Jordan has already set her eyes on it. She is one of our store’s premium members, so please let her try it."

The shop assistant didn’t expect Joanna Ramsey to refuse and her smile faded slightly. Her tone became less polite and more authoritative as she addressed Joanna Ramsey.