Stella POV
Staring at the new dress laid out on the bed and the stylist standing by the door waiting for my instructions, I felt my head throb. I still don't understand his purpose in sending me a dress.
This scene was actually unexpected.
I had long planned to attend this summit wearing a simple business suit, something sharp and professional, something that would remind everyone that I was there for negotiations, not attention.
But who would have thought I would be receiving a dress from him?
And it wasn't just a dress but the limited edition dress of Lady Sophie.
My heart thumped with uncertainty. Several questions coursed through my mind.
Is it really necessary to attend a business summit with a dress?
Isn't he afraid of my attendance to the summit and yet he was working hard to let me steal the show?
"Adrian Carter, what is your purpose?" I muttered under my breath.
