Valentine Teller hesitantly holds the tattered clothes, unsure of what to do.
Why is Mark Reed different from what she imagined?
Does he really not recognize her?
Why does he appear in her dreams?
Valentine stands there, hesitant, while Mark suddenly stands up, grabs her hand, and pulls her outside.
"Didn't you hear me tell you to get out?"
"Uh... I'm not dressed... Let go..."
In a panic, Valentine hastily explains, "My clothes are too torn to wear. You can't let me go out like this... Can you give me an outfit?"
Mark turns back, sees the rag in Valentine's hand, furrows his brows slightly, and lets go of her.
He finds his phone and calls his assistant, instructing him to buy a dress for a woman—size doesn't matter, style doesn't matter, as long as it's wearable.
The assistant receives the call, stunned.
Wasn't the boss supposed to be drunk and asleep in his room? Why is he asking for women's clothing?
Something's up!
