Novastella Tower, the most opulent commercial building in Aethel.
It housed the works of Celestia's most renowned designers. The entire building soared a hundred stories high, its display cabinets filled with haute couture pieces costing no less than five figures—a true playground for the wealthy.
"Mrs. Grant, are you here to shop?"
Florence Langley guessed Shirley Thorne wanted to prepare for the art exhibition.
As Ethan Grant's trusted confidante, Florence was privy to the "wife-jinxing" rumors and the mission to attract animosity, so Shirley's plan to flaunt her wealth didn't surprise her.
Showing off wealth was, in itself, the best way to make people jealous.
Shirley Thorne nodded, her eyes crinkling into crescents as she smiled. "That's right. Come on, let's get out."
Florence Langley parked the car, grabbed Shirley's bag for her, and watched as she marched confidently toward the manager in charge of reception.
