Tina was a smart woman—one look at Lilian's reaction and she knew she had hit the mark.
Her gaze flicked to the neckline of Lilian's dress. Tina's heels gave her a good height advantage, and the dress's round collar revealed just a small gap through which a faint red mark showed. In that instant, everything became clear.
Usually, girls who came to Show would try on any dress Tina recommended. But this little Miss Burg Eltz was resisting—strongly. Tina couldn't help but think of those hidden troubles.
Laurent had said Lilian came to A.T. to get over a breakup, right? Then what was that mark on her neck...?
Her eyes naturally shifted toward Morrison, sitting not far away. He was on a phone call, likely work-related, deliberately keeping his voice low.
The man's posture was impeccable, his side profile sharp and handsome. Despite his simple attire, there was an undeniable aura of elite maturity about him—graceful, restrained, and utterly refined.
No wonder Tina suspected Morrison.
