Evelyn Osbert stood there, her expression cloudy and uncertain.
How could the man beside Isabel Smith, who was obviously living modestly without money or power, now casually spend nearly 20 million to buy all of Chanel's limited edition clothes for this quarter?
Has Percy Stanton become wealthy over the last few years?
The more Evelyn thought about it, the more oppressed she felt. She casually looked around, picked up a random piece of clothing, and followed Isabel into the fitting room.
...
Isabel walked into the fitting room but hadn't yet found a single room to change in when she heard Evelyn's voice behind her: "Sister Isabel."
Isabel stopped, slowly turned around, and looked at Evelyn not far behind her, not moving.
Evelyn held the random red dress in her hand and strode up to Isabel, one step at a time.