Rebirth of a Flopped Actress: Career First, Love Second

Chapter 145: Woman, You’re Playing with Fire

Georgina was on the brink of losing her temper. “Ms. Carter, you’ve misunderstood. I’m not short on money.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Olivia gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “I get it. I’m just like you. When I was young, my parents left me in the countryside, and only my grandma looked after me.”

Georgina’s expression nearly collapsed. Who’s like you?

Fighting to maintain her composure, Georgina eyed Olivia’s plain attire. Her irritation fueled her determination to regain the upper hand. Her gaze shifted to the clothing display inside the JN store. Although JN focused primarily on jewelry, Georgina had also ventured into fashion design, with many luxury gowns in the store being her creations.

From the first moment she met Olivia, Georgina noticed her preference for simple T-shirts and jeans, always radiating a sense of mediocrity. An idea took shape in Georgina’s mind. Smiling sweetly, she said, “Ms. Carter, since it’s rare for you to visit, and since I recently returned with a few gowns designed myself, why not try one on? You have a lovely figure; you’d make a great model.”

Olivia’s figure was slim, but Georgina believed her lack of sophistication would ruin the elegance of any gown. The contrast between Olivia’s demeanor and a luxurious dress would be disastrous. Georgina wanted Alexander to see that Olivia, despite marrying into wealth, would never fit the role of the Wilson family’s matriarch.

“Sure,” Olivia replied with a cheerful smile.

Georgina quickly instructed her staff to bring a gown to the fitting room, and Olivia stepped inside to change. Georgina waited patiently, anticipating the embarrassment Olivia would face. To her surprise, Olivia soon stuck her head out from the fitting room.

“Ms. Carter, is the gown not fitting well?” Georgina asked, her smile polite but expectant.

Olivia shook her head lightly. “I can’t get the zipper up in the back.”

Georgina’s smile deepened. All of her gowns were tailored to the measurements of international models, designed with no tolerance for extra weight. “Oh, dear. If it doesn’t fit…”

Before Georgina could finish, Olivia looked directly at Alexander. “Honey, could you come in and help me with the zipper?”

Georgina was stunned.

Alexander raised an eyebrow, glancing at Olivia with mild curiosity. Without a word, he walked into the fitting room.

Watching him enter, Georgina could feel the blood surging in her veins. The mere thought of Alexander and Olivia together in the confined fitting room was enough to make her grind her teeth.

Inside the fitting room, Alexander quickly realized that Olivia had already zipped up the gown perfectly. It was snug, with no indication of her needing help.

Olivia, unaware of the dangerous aura he was emitting, remained facing away from him and waved her hand nonchalantly. “That’s it, you can leave now.”

Alexander’s gaze darkened, and a dangerous chill flickered in his eyes as he stared at the zipper on her back. Without warning, he lifted his arm, bracing it against the wall of the fitting room, effectively trapping Olivia between him and the wall.

Startled, Olivia froze and was about to turn around when Alexander’s deep voice came from behind her. “Don’t move.”

She remained silent, the warmth of his breath brushing against her neck with each exhale.

Alexander’s piercing gaze swept over the back of her neck before his long fingers reached for the zipper. With a swift motion, the zipper slid down effortlessly.

“Zip!” The sharp sound of the gown unzipping filled the small fitting room, leaving Olivia stunned in place.