Chapter 104

"Is this about the project?" Christina asked.

"Yeah, it is," Kingsley replied, giving her a quick once-over. "There are gonna be a lot of important people there. You need a proper gown."

Christina got the message. If she was going to be with Kingsley, she couldn't risk being underdressed and embarrassing him.

"Alright, I'll get a gown ready."

Kingsley shook his head. "No time for a custom-made dress now. I'll take you to pick one out."

"What?" Christina was surprised.

"I'll feel better that way," Kingsley said, glancing at his watch. "It's still early. Let's go today."

Christina wasn't used to such a fast pace, but since he had already decided, she had no choice but to agree. She told her assistant she was stepping out and followed Kingsley downstairs.

They arrived at an upscale mall, filled with high-end designer stores. Kingsley didn't even glance at the dresses on the racks. He went straight to a store clerk and said, "Bring out your best pieces."

Kingsley's aura of wealth was unmistakable. The clerk, sensing a big sale, immediately invited them inside.

The interior was even more luxurious, with a spacious layout showcasing only a few exclusive gowns, clearly limited editions.

Kingsley selected a few dresses and handed them to Christina. "Try these on."

Christina nodded. After trying on the first dress, she came out, and Kingsley gave a slight nod. "Next one."

It seemed he wasn't satisfied. Christina went back to try another dress.

She thought all the dresses were beautiful, especially the last one, which was made of silk and flowed like water.

Kingsley gave another slight nod and even took out his phone to snap a few photos.

"What's wrong? Doesn't it look good?" Christina asked, puzzled.

Kingsley shook his head. "It's not that. Keep trying."

Christina had no choice. After trying on seven or eight dresses, her arms were starting to ache.

Kingsley seemed to notice her fatigue and smiled faintly at the clerk. "Wrap up all of them except the gray one; it's too dull."

Christina was stunned. "You're buying all of them? That's too much."

"There will be many more occasions like this. It's good to be prepared," Kingsley said matter-of-factly.

"But we don't need so many," Christina tried to reason.

But the clerk was already leading Kingsley to the register.

He pulled out a black card with gold edges, essentially an unlimited credit card.

Christina couldn't stop him. The dresses were already bought. Kingsley selected one. "Wear this one tomorrow. Have the others sent to her apartment and this one to Elysian Designs."

"Sure," the clerk said, jotting down the details with a wide smile.

As they left, they passed a jewelry store. Kingsley led her inside.

"Your skin is so fair; vibrant gemstones will look great on you. Let's go with these."

He had the clerk bring out several pieces. After Christina tried them on, he was satisfied and paid for them.

Christina sighed. "I don't even know if the deal will go through. Isn't it a waste to give me so much?"

"How can gifts for a beautiful woman be a waste? Besides, you saved my grandmother. It's only right for my family to treat you well," Kingsley said with a smile.

Christina felt even more embarrassed. "I've told you, it was just a small favor. If you keep treating it like a big deal, I'll feel burdened."

Kingsley laughed. "Alright, alright. It's just for the event tomorrow. You need to look the part. Don't worry about it, okay?"

Christina knew that for the wealthy, spending hundreds of thousands of dollars was like pocket change. Her protests would only make her seem annoying. She decided to borrow the jewelry for the event and return it afterward.

The next day, Kingsley's car took her directly to Elysian Designs.

With the gown and the styling, she looked like a different person in the mirror.

The designer looked at her with satisfaction. "Ms. Windsor, you look stunning. This gown suits you perfectly, and the jewelry complements your elegance."

Christina turned around and saw Kingsley standing behind her, smiling. "I knew I had good taste."

Christina smiled back. "May I ask what Mr. Kingsley Rockefeller does for a living?"

Kingsley shrugged. "I run the family business."

Christina joked, "With such good taste, I thought you might be in the fashion industry."

Kingsley laughed. "If I didn't have the family business, I might have gone into design. We could have been colleagues."

The event was at an exclusive private venue, the kind that ordinary people never get to see. Luxury cars lined the entrance, a symbol of opulence.

As soon as they entered, they drew everyone's attention.

"Who's that?" someone asked.

"Don't you know Mr. Kingsley Rockefeller from the Rockefeller Family?" a companion replied, swirling his drink. "Kingsley may not be a biological son, but with no other heirs, he's set to inherit the entire family fortune."

"I know him, but who's the woman?"

Christina felt countless eyes on her, all curious about her identity.

The atmosphere was lively, with elites mingling and showcasing their status through their conversations and mannerisms.

Though Christina wasn't used to such events, she tried to stay calm, smiling as she and Kingsley greeted people.

"Mr. Zane Johnson, long time no see," Kingsley greeted a middle-aged man.

Zane turned and smiled. "Mr. Kingsley Rockefeller, you usually come alone. Who's your companion?"

"This is the designer for our project," Kingsley introduced.

"So young," Zane said, patting Kingsley's shoulder. "You didn't just find someone to boost her profile and put her on my project, did you?"

"No," Kingsley replied, frowning slightly. "I don't have the power to just place anyone on the project. My grandmother approved her."