His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

184 The War Between Sisters

A week later, I was woken up by Ian's phone call. He informed me that I needed to accompany Mickle to a dinner party tonight. I was half asleep when I asked him if I needed to wear any kind of dress. He just told me that the driver would pick me up later to pick up some clothes from the fashion store.

So I hung up the phone and slowly got up to brush my teeth and wash my face. During this time, Frade would be at company meetings, and we hadn't had breakfast together in the morning for a long time. As the pregnancy progressed, I became more and more sleepy. Sometimes I could sleep all day.

When I finished my breakfast, the housekeeper informed me that there was a car waiting for me outside the door. I changed into a comfortable casual outfit and left the house.

The driver drove me to a high-end custom dress shop, and as soon as I got out of the car, another car stopped.

I saw Mia dressed up in a sexy dress as she got out of the car, wearing a pair of oversized black sunglasses, accompanied by a male assistant who was responsible for carrying bags. She looks like a star.

"Eva?" Mia deliberately walked up to me, lowering her sunglasses with her index finger and glancing at me through the gaps.

"How can a pregnant woman maintain such a good figure?"

"You'll see," I sneered.

She turned around, tossed the sunglasses to the blonde-haired male assistant beside her, and walked into the store without looking back.

I sauntered in as two saleswomen surrounded Mia. One was showing her a dress and the other was standing aside with her favourite high heels.

"Good morning, Eva," another salesperson greeted me warmly. "My name is Mary. I'm glad to be of service."

"Do you know me?" I asked curiously.

"God, don't you know how popular you are on the Internet?" Mary lowered her voice, "A friend of mine was sold to Pudding Island by her family. She came back because of you. Do you know that in her heart, you are a heroine?"

"I'm not a heroine. I did what I had to do," I said. "I'm glad your friend came home."

"I want to say thank you for her." Mary clasped my hands in excitement.

"You're welcome."

"What kind of dress would you like to choose today?" Mary enthusiastically introduced each dress to me.

However, I had no interest in the style of the dress, and I didn't want to go to the dinner party because I knew it was just a publicity party for Mickle. I leaned back on the soft sofa and pointed to a light green dress.

"I'll take it."

"I want this dress!" A shrill female voice came from behind, and I couldn't help frowning.

"Margaret," said Mary in a tone of respectful surprise, "Welcome."

"Shouldn't you be in Germany?" Mia was also attracted by Margaret's voice. She stared at Margaret maliciously.

"I guess daddy doesn't know you're sneaking back, does he?"

"Shut up!" As soon as Margaret saw Mia, she looked at her as if her anger had been ignited.

"You're just a bastard. You don't deserve to call him Daddy!"

To keep them from fighting, I coughed twice and gave Mia a look that she understood and rolled her eyes at Margaret.

"I don't have time for this."

Margaret had no choice but to vent her anger at the shop assistant. She shouted at Mary.

"Didn't you hear what I said? I said, I want that dress."

"I'm sorry, Eva saw this dress first." Mary looked at me pleadingly.

"Take it if you want it," I said nonchalantly. "I don't like it that much anyway."

"And I want clothes she likes!" Said Margaret, pointing to a gold dress Mia was wearing.

"Why didn't you say you were going to buy all the clothes here?" Mia sneered. "Did you think you were going to prom?"

"Did you go to high school?" Said Margaret sarcastically. "You probably don't even know what school is like!"

"What if I don't give it to you?" Mia put one hand on her waist and provoked Margaret. "Do you want to go crying to your mother like you did last time, little girl!"

"Or I could have staff to kick you out!" This time, Margaret said proudly. "This store belongs to the Wharton family. Now, get out!"

"You can't," Mia said. "Dad sent us here for a fitting. You can't kick us out."

"Mary, get these women out of here!" Margaret ordered.

The two saleswomen who were serving Mia immediately withdrew their smiles. They both subconsciously stepped back to avoid being drawn into the argument.

"I'm so sorry," Mary said to Mia, looking embarrassed.

"I'm going to call my dad," Mia said defiantly. "I'm going to call him right now."

"Go ahead and try." Margaret crossed her arms. "Dad's in a meeting with his team. Do you think he'll stand up for you over such a small matter?"

Mia did not believe it. She took out her cell phone to dial a number, but the phone was not answered. Mia's face became more and more ugly.

"Get out!" Margaret yelled at Mia and me. "You, get out of my sight now."

Mia was still standing there, so I got up and tried to talk her out of it.

"Mia, I know a better dress shop downtown," I told her. "I am the VIP there, so we can go there and pick out dresses."

"Are you going to help her with me, too?" Mia turns to me. "I insist on choosing a dress here!"

"Don't make trouble!" I whispered.

"You'd better listen to your sister," said Margaret, "Or you'll piss me off and your fanatical fans will know that their goddess used to be a stripper in a nightclub."

"What are you talking about?" Mia bristled.

"Mia, go!" I warned her. "It's no good getting into trouble here!"

Mia had to swallow her pride and change out of her dress. She stormed out of the store and I followed. But as soon as she left, she yelled at me.

"Why didn't you help me?" Mia said. "You're my sister, but you were just like a bystander."

"It's just a dress. Why do you have to fight with Margaret?" I asked. "You were acting like two children fighting over a toy!"

"You don't know me at all," Mia said, her eyes red. "She humiliated me. She and her mother must have investigated me in private, and she will always threaten me in this way!"

"Remember Ian's words. Everything we're doing right now is in line with Mickle's campaign," I told her patiently. "Everything you get now comes with a price. So don't get yourself in trouble."

"I'll let her know who the problem is," Mia says and leaves without looking back, her assistant chasing after her.

My gut tells me she and Margaret aren't finished.