Alan's sudden change of attitude left everyone dumbfounded. A collective silence fell over the room; jaws dropped, especially among Alan's staff, who knew his temper well. They were astonished. He was never easily swayed, yet he'd agreed to the request. It wasn't just the agreement; his humility was unbelievable. Moments before, he'd refused. How had his attitude shifted so dramatically?

Everyone recalled the phone call. Who had been on the other end? What had been said to elicit such a change? Alan's words were even more shocking: he'd not only agreed to leave all thirty gowns, but offered ten more. What was happening?

Aurora was equally bewildered. Had Alan really agreed solely because of a phone call? Was she dreaming?

Charles watched calmly, thinking, Ms. Zeller's influence is unsurprising. Even Silas, a historical figure, sought her detoxification services. What couldn't Ms. Zeller achieve?

Yvette lifted her gaze, her deep, tranquil eyes cold and fathomless. She glanced at the struggling Alan and calmly said, "Just leave the thirty gowns. I'll alter the sizes myself."

Aurora blinked, confused. "Yvette, you know how to make clothes?"

Yvette nodded slightly. "Kind of. I can do a little."

Alan thought, If the boss only knows "a little," who in the fashion industry would dare claim expertise? This leaves no room for others. He then realized Aurora had called her daughter-in-law her boss—Mrs. Chavez's daughter-in-law. She was married to the legendary Clusia First Lieutenant General, the "grim reaper of Betrico." No wonder! Alan looked at Yvette with newfound admiration.

Aurora noticed his expression and her doubts surfaced. Why was Alan looking at her daughter-in-law like that? Had he fallen for her at first sight? No way! She quickly shifted, nodding to Alan. "Thank you, Director Alan. Leave the gowns; someone will organize them later."

Unwilling to leave his idol, Alan pressed on. With a polite smile, he said, "Mrs. Chavez, altering thirty gowns alone must be exhausting for Ms. Zeller. If she doesn't mind, I can help."

Aurora, reluctant but conceding his point, thought, Thirty haute couture gowns are intricate; Yvette would tire. She patted Yvette's hand. "Yvette, Director Alan has a point. Let him help."

Yvette, noting Alan's eagerness, raised her brows slightly and replied, "Okay."

Andrew, speechless since Alan's agreement, was amazed. Nothing Yvette says goes unheeded! He felt like bowing. Being around Yvette truly opens your eyes.

Alan nearly jumped for joy. Working with his boss? A dream come true.

Three hours later, Alan's hands trembled from exhaustion. Altering thirty haute couture gowns was challenging; his staff had already left, unable to handle the craftsmanship. Only Andrew (dozing), Charles (reading), and Aurora (beside Alan) remained. Alan felt drained. Aurora had shadowed him, constantly questioning him, leaving him only two sentences with Yvette. He glanced at Yvette, who worked steadily. Wasn't she tired? Was she even human? His hands shook.

Finishing the last gown, Alan politely said to Aurora, "Mrs. Chavez, aren't you tired? Rest."

Aurora, preventing Alan from approaching Yvette, shook her head. "Not tired at all."

Unable to converse with Yvette, Alan dejectedly nodded, forcing a smile. "I've finished. I won't disturb you and Ms. Zeller. I'll leave now." He turned to Yvette. "Ms. Zeller, I'm leaving."

Yvette finished her last gown, setting down her needle and thread. She looked at Alan and said, in her usual cold tone, "Goodbye."

Alan sighed, heading for the door. Aurora called, "Director Alan, aren't you forgetting something? How much for the gowns? I'll write a check."

Alan glanced at Yvette. "Mrs. Chavez, these are a gift for Ms. Zeller. No payment needed."

Aurora froze. Even Charles looked up. Thirty gowns? Hundreds of millions, given away? Ms. Zeller's influence was incredible.

Yvette poured water, her cold eyes flickering. "No need to pay," she said quietly.

Alan, after his goodbyes, hurried out. Charge the boss—or her future mother-in-law? Insane!

Aurora looked at Yvette, calmly sipping her water. She wondered if Yvette had saved "Vibe's" owner's life. This was too much—casually dismissing billions? Aurora had witnessed true willpower.

Setting down her cup, Yvette said, "I'm going upstairs. Do as you please."

Aurora nodded, still processing the day's events. The most shocking was yet to come. Yvette's phone rang. Andrew, awakened by the ringtone, stirred. This call was terribly timed; he'd been dreaming of his wedding.