Madam Winters’s Fight For Her Children novel Chapter 813

Chapter 813 

Seeing that the dressing room was closed , Harold took Melody to the dress section on the side.

He spoke like a profesChapter 813 

Seeing that the dressing room was closed , Harold took Melody to the dress section on the side.

He spoke like a professional, “Mel, I think your white dress doesn‘t look very nice. Should we change your dress?” 

A service assistant immediately came over from the side and respectfully said, “Which one would you like, Miss? I can bring it over for you.”

Melody glanced in the service assistant‘s direction before she held out her chubby finger and said, “I want that beautiful ma‘am to get the dress for me.”

The female assistant whom she pointed at felt somewhat flattered.

Adina would likely divorce Duke, but these kids would still be the young masters and the lady in the Winters family. Even if their parents were divorced, it would not change their status in the family. It was a great honor to be personally appointed to serve the little princess.

Most importantly, the little girl even called her“ beautiful,” while Adina had implied that she was ugly.

Clearly, the children had the most accurate judgment.

The female assistant walked over politely. “Miss, which dress would you like?”

Harold pointed at a pink dress with lace patterns on the other end. He grinned and said, “I think that one suits my sister. You can bring it over first.”

The female assistant immediately turned around and went to get the dress.

The dresses on that row were the latest limited–edition dresses in the boutique. The assistant was being extra careful as she was afraid of creating any wrinkles on the dress.

However, she stood up swiftly before she unhooked the lace that had gotten caught on the iron shelf.

Bang!

As a result, she brought down the whole iron shelf, and a row of dresses fell to the ground.

The dresses were not made of glass or porcelain, so nothing would happen to them even if they fell down. Unfortunately, there was a vase on the iron shelf, and the broken pieces were scattered on the dress pile. Once those little shards got stuck in the dresses, they would never be sold.

“Wow! Ma‘am, you‘re amazing! You destroyed a few dozen dresses on your own. You‘ll have to compensate a lot,” Harold spoke as if he took joy in her misfortune.

The female assistant was shocked at first, but she soon felt angry. “You purposely tripped me with your foot. If someone has to compensate, it should be you!”

“Ma‘am, you‘re wrong,” George said indifferently. “The dresses are in your hands, and you‘re the one who fell down. It‘s your fault, so you should naturally bear the consequences. My brother just happened to be here today. But if a dog were here, would you ask it to compensate too?”