The moment Jay heard that the dress was a custom order for Diana Legiani, it felt as if lightning had struck him out of a clear blue sky. He clenched his fists tightly, pain, hatred, and rage twisting together inside his chest.Rani Simbolon continued calmly, “So this dress is not only extremely special, but also incredibly expensive.”Jay immediately cut her off. “I want that dress. I’ll buy it, no matter the price.”He didn’t care. He had to have it, if only to destroy anything Diana cherished. What he would do with the dress afterward didn’t matter.Snatching something from an enemy was, in its own way, a small victory. That dress had to belong to him.“What?” Rani Simbolon was stunned.“That’s impossible, sir!” Her voice rose sharply, loud enough to draw curious looks from everyone around them. “That dress was custom-made for someone else and has already been paid for in full. We will not sell it to anyone else!”“If it truly already belongs to someone,” Jay shot back just as firm

“But you are also forcing us to do this!” Rani Simbolon shouted, her voice shaking with emotion. “We cannot sell that dress to anyone, including you. We do not want to be known as a shop that breaks its trust.”“That’s right, sir. Moreover, that item is an order from the number one conglomerate’s wife in this city. How could an ordinary person like you possibly compete with her?” one of the other attendants yelled.“Whether I can or not, haven’t you even tried to prove it?” Jay asked calmly. “I still want that black dress.”“You’re unbelievably stubborn!” Rani Simbolon grew even more furious at Jay’s obstinacy. “Guards, hurry up. Arrest him and drag him out of this place by force!”“Did you hear that, Rock Head?” barked the second security guard. “This is your last warning. Leave this place immediately!”Jay turned his head slowly. His gaze was so sharp it felt as though it could slice apart everyone standing before him.“I won’t,” Jay snapped firmly.“In that case, don’t blame us if

Rani Simbolon sneered. “It doesn’t matter if I have to snatch him from that girl’s hands. Stealing another woman’s man has become the newest trend these days, hasn’t it?”“Everything is taken care of, Sir,” Rani said as she approached Jay with an exaggeratedly sweet demeanor. She arrived with several boutique employees who had been instructed to carry the items.Jay pressed the stub of his cigarette into the ashtray until only a faint wisp of white smoke remained. He shifted slightly before rising from his seat.“In that case, load everything into my car,” Jay said as he extended his hand toward Nina. “Darling, let’s leave this place.”Nina was startled by the way Jay addressed her. Her body even trembled as she took his hand.They walked side by side through the boutique, which was now in utter disarray, leaving behind massive damage and people too shocked to react.A few seconds after they stepped outside, the distant roar of approaching engines could be heard.“Someone’s coming!” o

Meanwhile, in a corner of the boutique that had gradually grown quiet again, a beautiful woman stood behind the glass display, staring blankly at the street outside. Rani Simbolon, the head manager of Kiara Boutique, held a cup of jasmine tea that had already gone cold. The faint floral aroma still lingered, but her mind was far away. “Why was he so insistent on buying Madam Diana’s gown?” Rani muttered to herself, her brows knitting in confusion. “Could it be that he has some unusual business with that noble lady?” Rani Simbolon narrowed her eyes, recalling how Jay had suddenly shown such intense interest and immediately offered an outrageously high price for the gown. Her thoughts drifted to Heru Wijaya’s birthday party, which would be held this weekend. She herself had received a special invitation as a guest, personally extended by the matriarch of the Wijaya family. “As for that gown,” Rani whispered to herself, imagining the exclusive black dress that was no longer in h

Two more slaps landed on Rani’s already swollen face. The girl sobbed uncontrollably, her body trembling in fear. Her cheeks now burned fiercely, as if flames were dancing across her skin. “You as well!” Diana pointed at the other employees who stood shaking in the corner of the room. The suffocating tension spread through the space like thick fog swallowing the light. “I know all of you know something. Who wants to talk?” Two other bodyguards immediately moved toward the employees. Slap after slap flew, accompanied by cries of pain and pitiful pleas for mercy. The sounds of weeping and sobbing filled the room, creating a symphony of suffering that tore at the heart. “Mercy, Ma’am! We truly do not know anything!” one employee shouted while clutching his swollen cheek. His eyes were glassy, not only from physical pain but also from crushing mental pressure. “Lies!” Diana shouted furiously. “All of you are lying!” “No one is allowed to toy with me!” The matriarch of the Wijaya fami