The woman was wearing a very high-end and luxurious evening gown.
This wasn't flirting; it was clearly a hotel attendant upsetting a VIP, causing discomfort, and now being reprimanded.
Without greeting, Tiana Thorne pretended not to notice and walked quickly past, stopping by the sink and feigned washing her hands.
The woman was very angry: "Do you know how important today is to me? You just dirtied this evening gown."
"I've already apologized, and now I'm using a towel to wipe it for you."
The woman's eyes turned red with anger, coldly questioning: "Do you think a wipe can solve this? Do you know how expensive this dress is? Can you afford it?"
Pfft...
Tiana almost burst out laughing.
An evening gown, can it be more expensive than a lecture given by my second brother?
Julian Ford's voice was humble: "Miss, I didn't intentionally spill water on you, and I've already apologized. Moreover, it's clean water, not dirty, once it dries you won't notice it. Why be so aggressive?"
