The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 258

Claire flexed her foot. The tension was perfect—not only did it look gorgeous, but more importantly, it wouldn't come undone.

She looked up in astonishment. "Dr. Zimmerman, you are incredible! I guess successful people just have a natural talent for everything!"

"I loved wearing these kinds of shoes back in college, but I could never tie them right. They'd always come undone."

Miles stood up, smoothly grabbing her evening bag for her. "Let's go."

What natural talent could he possibly have for women's high heels? It was simply because he had watched her wear them so often back then, always struggling clumsily with the ribbons. So, he had looked up tutorial videos, practicing over and over again.

A skill he had spent nearly eight years perfecting, and he finally got to use it today.

But thankfully—he did get to use it.

The networking event was held on the top floor of the Empire City Convention Center. In reality, it was practically a welcome banquet for Harvey Sutton's arrival in Empire City.

Claire hooked her arm through Miles's as they stepped into the venue.

She whispered a reminder. "If your leg starts hurting, don't try to tough it out. Tell me, and we'll leave immediately."

Miles gave a subtle nod.

The phone in the man's suit pocket vibrated. The screen flashed with Jared Johnston's name.

Claire noticed. "Hospital business?"

"Yeah."

"Go take it then."

"Alright." Miles agreed, stepping away toward the quieter edge of the banquet hall.

Claire walked further inside by herself. Soon, she noticed the gazes of the surrounding crowd uniformly locking onto her, followed quickly by the buzzing of hushed whispers.

She felt a twinge of confusion. Was her cheongsam really that eye-catching today? But the way they were looking at her felt distinctly uncomfortable.

Thinking she had struck a nerve, Yvonne continued her arrogant mockery.

"Where did you even dig up that piece of trash you're wearing? If you're really that broke and can't afford a proper gown, just beg me. I might actually help you. After all, you are technically my ex-aunt."

Ex-aunt?

Before Claire could even react, Lauren cut her off coldly.

"Ha. That piece of trash she's wearing? Take a closer look."

Lauren stared at Yvonne, her eyes brimming with impatience and absolute disgust.

"That vintage cheongsam she's wearing is the original crown jewel of Summit Garments. It's a collector's item now. You couldn't buy it even if you had the money."

Claire knew the dress was valuable, but she had no idea it was that precious.

Did Miles seriously just make her wear a literal museum piece?