*****“Did someone call for cleaners?” she asked, her tone dry.The attendant’s colleagues looked equally puzzled. “Cleaners? I didn’t call anyone.”“Did any of you request maintenance or janitorial support?” she asked aloud to the others.A series of headshakes followed.Realizing this, the woman turned toward Xavier’s group, an irritated look of disgust forming on her face.“You heard them, didn’t you?” she said, her tone dipped in sarcasm. “No one called for help. I don’t know which shop summoned you, but clearly, you’ve lost your way.”Her words cut through the air, sharp and dismissive.The moment Xavier heard her, his expression darkened.He didn’t say anything right away, but the glint in his eyes dimmed, replaced by a quiet storm.Sarah and David, on the other hand, immediately felt the heat of embarrassment crawl up their skin. Sarah looked as if she wanted to disappear while David clenched his fists silently.Meanwhile, the innocent Little Lola looked confused, he

*****“Huh? Don’t tell me my eyes are deceiving me!”Inside the Dior boutique that Xavier and his family had just exited, a loud exclamation shattered the buzzing atmosphere. One of the sales reps stood frozen, her expression twisted in shock and disbelief.Her colleagues instantly turned toward her with a frown, clearly annoyed. “What’s the matter with you?” One of them inquired.“This…” The sales rep pointed toward the glass windows, her finger trembling slightly.“Aren’t those the poor paupers from a moment ago? Don’t tell me they’re actually trying to enter that boutique.”The moment her voice echoed through the store, all heads swiveled sharply toward the boutique’s glass doors. Like magnets, every gaze snapped toward the opposite side of the corridor—toward Xavier and his family.They were currently walking into the High Fashion boutique.Gasps erupted one after the other in the next second.“They’re trying to enter High Fashion? What do they think they’re doing in ther

*****Xavier didn’t reply to the sales assistant immediately.Instead, he turned gradually, his eyes softening as they settled on Little Lola. At this very instant, the young girl’s expression was alight with wonder.Her sparkling eyes, wide with amazement, were fixed intently in a specific direction. The longing shimmering within them was unmistakable.It was a gaze so pure, so filled with innocent yearning, that anyone watching could instantly recognize it—she had discovered something that had utterly captivated her heart.Without a second thought, Xavier followed the trail of her gaze.His eyes landed squarely upon a delicately displayed princess-style gown hanging under a spotlight.The dress was exquisite, crafted with a meticulous blend of pastel colors, and adorned with intricate embroidery that resembled blooming spring flowers. The lace hem rippled like waves frozen in time, and floral patterns danced along the fabric, giving the gown an ethereal, fairytale-like charm.

***** David's gaze dropped to his hands—wrinkled, toughened by labor, marked by time. His eyes shimmered with unshed tears, glistening beneath the store’s ambient lighting. Finally, in a soft, hoarse voice, he spoke: “…Alright, son.” He cleared his throat, then stood a little straighter. “I’ll pick something for myself. Something decent.” Xavier didn’t say a word, but the small upward curve of his lips spoke volumes. It was a smile of pride, quiet victory, and deep affection. David turned to Amelia. “Could you show me where the men’s section is? Something for… older men?” Xavier immediately let out a long-suffering groan and rolled his eyes. “Father, come on. You’re not that old, you know? Just find something that would suit the younger you. You might even surprise yourself.” David snorted and gave his son a playful glare, but didn’t argue. Deep down, he felt just a little lighter, a little freer. Amelia, smiling now with renewed warmth, nodded eagerly

*****Back in High Fashion…A stunned silence reigned after Xavier’s casual declaration.“We’re taking everything.”The words still hung in the air, echoing in Amelia’s mind like a thunderclap.She gaped at Xavier. ‘Did he just say… everything?’ She blinked hard as if that would clear up the hallucination she was surely having.‘He couldn’t be serious. Could he?’Her eyes drifted toward the rack Xavier had pointed at—a rack holding nearly twenty high-end designer dresses. Each one is handcrafted, each one radiating exclusivity and elegance. While they didn’t have price tags—High Fashion rarely displayed them—she knew the average cost per dress was over $50,000.'That’s easily a million dollars,' she thought, almost swaying on her feet.If Xavier had strolled in wearing a Rolex wristwatch, with a polished entourage or air of power, maybe she wouldn’t have hesitated to believe him. But this man… this handsome-looking, modestly dressed customer… he didn’t fit the image. At all.