Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

Chapter 645 Mobilization
The manager immediately brought out the best design for Ainsley to see. "Ms. Easton, you can go ahead and try it on.'
Manuel shook his head, as he had already set his sights on a particular evening gown.
"Bring out the spring-summer collection from 1994 for her to try on."
In 1994, haute couture was something that others could only dream of reaching, and the exhibition date of this dress was a
special day, marking the 50th anniversary of the brand's establishment.
However, if Manuel wants this dress, it must definitely be brought out.
When the manager took out the skirt from the box, it was well-preserved and looked as good as new, thanks to the meticulous
care it had received.
This skirt features a simple and elegant design, yet it also accentuates the wearer's figure and personality.
Ainsley took the skirt, the soft satin flowing like water.
When she took it into the fitting room and came out wearing it, Manuel's eyes went wide.
The manager took a deep breath, and then a man emerged from the hidden door on the inside. He was a foreigner, and upon
seeing Ainsley's clothes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The manager noticed the man and hurried over, "Mr. Greyful, is there anything you need?"
Greyful didn't pay attention to the manager and instead walked up to Ainsley, "Excuse me, miss, may I ask for your name?"
Before Ainsley could speak, Manuel walked over and blocked Greyful, asking fluently in Spanish, "Can I help you with
something?"
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the manager hurried over to defuse the situation. 'Mr. Gage, this is our top
designer who just arrived in Seattle the day before yesterday for an inspection. This outfit was also brought by him.'
Greyful nodded politely and said, "I meant no offense. It's just that this gown was designed by my grandfather, and seeing
someone wear it so perfectly has made me a bit emotional. Please don't take it the wrong way."

Understanding his meaning, Manuel also said, "Your grandfather's design of this ceremonial dress is truly the pinnacle, there
won't be another designer with such a unique style."
"More praise, compared to this praise, I think finding the right person to wear it is even more exciting." Greyful's admiring
expression made Ainsley feel a bit uneasy.
After picking up their formal attire, Ainsley and Manuel left the shopping mall.
Neither of them took the recent farce to heart, as Kaliyah was nothing more than a minor troublemaker.
At that time, Ainsley had no idea that Kaliyah, the mischievous trickster, would cause her so much trouble.
Once Kaliyah returned home, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She couldn't believe she was treated like
that in such a huge mall. She could usually maintain her composure, but the moment she saw Ainsley, she lost control. Of
course, she knew that her behavior was frightening, like a madwoman.
What she didn’t expect was that in just a short two hours, she saw a video of herself acting like a madwoman in the mall on the
internet.
She clenched her phone tightly, the harsh curses completely tearing apart her facade as a lady. Already, there were many likes
and comments below.
[Is this woman crazy? Anyone who looks at Ms. Easton would choose Mr. Gage over Cason, right?]
[It's only her who treats Cason like a treasure.]
[Didn't it just come out a few days ago that she tried to win him back using her own biological son? She got divorced because of
this reason, so how can she blame others?]
[From the way Ms. Easton talks, it seems that Kaliyah knew about many of the things Irene did before. I've always had a feeling
that she wasn't a good person.]
Everyone's gone mad, the whole world's gone mad. Why does everyone favor that villain? It's obvious that she's the root of all
evil.
Kaliyah angrily threw her phone away, and although she didn't want to admit it, she had to acknowledge that there weren't many
people in Seattle who could help her.

Cason immediately blocked her, and Bryan, being busy with the Packer Group, had no time to deal with her.
At that moment, her eyes lit up as she thought of someone.
She wasn't familiar with this person, but she had seen him a few times. The most memorable thing about him was his intense
pursuit of Ainsley, only to be cruelly deceived in the end. At this moment, he must be feeling jealous and resentful towards
Ainsley and Manuel, right?
Most importantly, he had just returned from Portugal yesterday, and the timing was perfect.
The discussion online grew increasingly intense, and Kaliyah, who was used to the spotlight, could no longer bear the endless
abuse from strangers. After a sleepless night, she resolutely drove to find Daniel.
She had already prepared a perfect set of arguments in her mind, and as long as Daniel was willing to help her, the tide would
surely turn in her favor.
Traffic surged on the highway, and Kaliyah felt irritated and agitated. She stomped on the accelerator with frustration.
Perhaps it was due to a lack of sleep, but while her eyes were focused on the road ahead, her mind was lost in a whirlwind of
thoughts.
A sinister smile gradually appeared on her face as she subconsciously envisioned a scene. It was Ainsley, disgraced and
defeated, with everyone jeering at her, could only kneel on the filthy ground, begging for mercy in humiliation.
The piercing sound of the horn brought her back to her senses, her pupils suddenly widening.
The car's front end was less than 3 feet away from the rear of the car in front, and with the high speed, there was simply no time
to hit the brakes.
Kaliyah immediately slammed the steering wheel to the left, heading towards the malfunction area. Her other foot trembled as
she pressed down on the brake, causing intense friction between the tires and the ground, producing a sharp, piercing sound.
Thankfully, the car she was driving temporarily had good stability, and it came to a thrilling stop just before hitting the guardrail.
She was just overly frightened, her face pale as she stared blankly at a certain spot, unable to calm down for a long time.
Just now, the car that honked to remind her also stopped behind her, and the driver was a young man.

He got out of the car and jogged over. Just by seeing Kaliyah's beautiful eyes, he shyly asked with a blushing face, "Miss, are
you alright?"
Kaliyah turned her head to look at him, a thought crossing her mind. Her eyes immediately filled with tears, and even though her
face couldn't be seen, there was a unique charm about her at that moment.
The young man became even more cautious, stammering nervously, "D- don't be afraid. Um, would you like a ride in my car?"
Kaliyah lowered her gaze, hiding the disdain in her eyes, and said weakly, "I appreciate your help. I'm going to Denver Mansion."
The young man scratched his head, clearly fooled by her disguise, and simply said, "No problem, it's just a small favor.'
Kaliyah had barely turned the corner when she lifted her shimmering eyes and said sweetly, "Thank you. You can let me down
right here."
"Ah, alright." The young man opened his mouth, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. Nevertheless, he
obediently pulled over and parked the car by the roadside.
Kaliyah gently brushed back her silky hair, and a faint fragrance wafted through the car.
The young man finally mustered the courage to ask her for her contact information, but she gently said, "You're not worthy,’ and
left without looking back.
In order to achieve a better effect, before meeting Daniel, Kaliyah made up her mind and pinched her thigh hard. The tears
instantly welled up in her eyes due to the stimulation.
She sat on the couch, her head hanging pitifully low, positioned at just the right angle.
Footsteps echoed from the staircase. She looked over with a pitiful expression, and was instantly stunned.