All the closet doors in the massive space were wide open.
Even the ones that were closed had transparent glass panels, displaying their contents perfectly.
The walls were lined with racks of men's and women's clothing.
Some sections even paired men's and women's outfits together, clearly curated as matching couples' sets.
Another section featured an entire wall of shoes, with pristine men's leather oxfords neatly arranged next to women's designer heels.
In the center, a brightly lit island display case gleamed with expensive jewelry and luxury watches.
Yet, tucked away in the most inconspicuous corner was a small cabinet holding the few old pieces of clothing Bonnie had brought with her. Compared to the luxurious, brand-new wardrobe surrounding them, her clothes looked like scrap fabric that had accidentally stumbled into a high-end designer boutique.
Bonnie sucked in a sharp breath.
She had been in Quentin's bedroom plenty of times, but she had never stepped foot in his walk-in closet.
She never imagined a wealthy man's closet could be this massive.
This wasn't a closet. This was a fully stocked, ultra-luxury boutique.
Observing her stunned expression, the corners of Quentin's lips turned up slightly.
"I don't know much about women's preferences, so Mrs. Finch picked out these current season collections for you."
Bonnie stepped inside in disbelief, taking a deep breath of the air that literally smelled of money, and turned to look at him.
"All of this... except for your things, is mine?"
Quentin nodded calmly. "Since you're Mrs. Vance, you should have everything that comes with the title."
Staring at the rows of high-end fabrics, Bonnie's eye twitched.
"Isn't this... a bit too much?"
She turned around, looking at him hesitantly. "I can't wear all of this. And these must be incredibly expensive, right?"
Quentin glanced at the closet, his expression completely blank. "It's not much. Take your time wearing them."
He added with absolute naturalness, "They're just affordable brands. Not expensive at all."
Bonnie had zero concept of luxury brands, so when he said they were affordable, she genuinely believed they were only a few dozen dollars a piece.
She let out a massive sigh of relief. "Oh, that's fine then."
But then it hit her—even if Quentin was rich, he shouldn't be throwing money away like this.
She couldn't help but nag, "But you still need to start saving up. Don't throw your money around so carelessly. Money doesn't grow on trees."

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