Chapter 99

"How much is it? I'll offer ten times the price for that gown," Henry offered generously. The stylist said, "The gown costs six million dollars. But the price isn't the issue. The main thing is that this gown belongs to…" I stared at the price in disbelief. Ten times six million—60 million? I immediately stopped Henry. "It's fine. Forget about it. There are many other gowns. We don't have to take something that belongs to someone else." "Do you like it?" Henry looked at me seriously. "If you do, 60 million dollars is nothing." I didn't know how to react to his comment. I said, enunciating each word, "I don't like it." Just then, the stylist suddenly looked over at the entrance and greeted enthusiastically, "Mr. Griffin, Ms. Stone! Welcome!" Henry and I turned at the same time to see Steve and Isabel walk in one after the other. They both looked visibly startled to find us there—especially Steve. His gaze lingered on us, dark and unreadable, for a long moment. Isabel smiled fa