Chapter 410 – Not My Revenge
By the time they finished, the couch was draped in gowns, blouses, coats, even lingerie she hadn't dared to touch but which the stylists whispered would "make her divine." Shoes lined the floor, glittering like weapons. The staff treated her like she was royalty; she just floated through the storm, still dizzy from the confrontation.
Finally, Lux strolled forward again. Hands in pockets, calm as a king visiting his treasury. "All of it," he said simply, his voice carrying finality that made the staff's jaws drop.
"Sir—everything?" the stylist repeated, just to be sure.
"Yes. Everything. Bag it. Wrap it. Guard it if you must. She'll take it all."
Ariel's lips parted. "W-wait, I—"
"No arguments," Lux said smoothly, but there was an edge under the silk this time. "You'll need them."
