Simon Hale noticed her unusual expression and asked.
Rhonda Hale didn’t tell Simon about her discovery of the name coincidence between Divine Doctor Quinn and Miss Quinn, who’s involved in the casino investment.
There are many people in this world with the same name, and that wretch definitely isn’t the same person as Miss Quinn.
After all, someone with Miss Quinn’s vast capital of billions wouldn’t choose to stay in a small clinic treating people.
She didn’t want Simon to start overthinking things again and refuse to let her deal with July Quinn, so she decided to keep it a secret.
Early Saturday morning, Shelly Cole came to see July Quinn as promised.
But when she arrived, she brought quite a lot of stuff with her.
"Are you planning to move into Stillwater Villa with all this stuff?"
July Quinn looked at the bags lined up in the house and couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
"I was worried you’d want to sleep all day, so I brought an inflatable pillow and some snacks and pastries..."
Shelly Cole excitedly showed July Quinn the things she brought and took out another package.
"Look at what I got you?"
As Shelly spoke, she opened the package.
Inside was a white pleated skirt, along with a pink camisole and jacket.
Additionally, there were pink knee-high socks and small white shoes.
The knee-high socks even had little bear plushies on them.
July Quinn was caught off guard by the outfit, "If you like it so much, I don’t mind if you wear it."
"I bought it for you! With my figure, wearing this would make me look like a gas tank."
"I’m not wearing it either."
Most of July Quinn’s everyday clothing was black, and for important events, she would choose mature colors to appear more sophisticated.
She had never worn such embarrassingly childish clothes.
She couldn’t even imagine herself stepping outside in such immature attire. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novelꞁire.net
Saying this, she turned to leave, her resistance toward the outfit written all over her face.
But Shelly Cole quickly held her back, "Just think of it as fulfilling my long-held wish since I can’t find my size for this outfit."
After the recent fiasco with her parents’ etiquette, July Quinn’s support convinced Shelly that she might seem a bit mischievous, but she’s kinder than anyone else.
So, she was almost certain July would ultimately wear the outfit for her.
Indeed, upon hearing the words "wish," July Quinn finally relented.
A few minutes later, July changed into the childish dress, her long hair styled into two cute pigtails by Shelly, adorned with little bunny hairpins.
"Oh my God, you’re so adorably cute I can’t take it."
Shelly Cole squealed like a gopher and had hearts in her eyes at July’s new look.
Meanwhile, July looked as if she was dying inside, wearing a face of utter discontent as she and Shelly headed out.
In front of the Stillwater Resort, luxury cars gathered early in the morning.
Most were there for the grand opening ceremony.
And there were quite a few people.
Victor Hawthorne and his crew were busy at the entrance, receiving the guests from various fields.
When a low-key car with the license plate 1112 appeared, the more inexperienced crew couldn’t help but exclaim.
"Whoa, 1112? Who’s this big shot?"
"Boss Hawthorne, can you tell whose car this is?"
At their shouting, Victor followed the direction they pointed and frowned deeply.