The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 59

Early the next morning, Claire headed back to the mill.

The longer she walked around, the heavier the dread set in.

From the structure to the machines, everything was a wreck. Just getting it operational would cost millions of dollars.

Luna Atelier didn't have that kind of capital, and Jefferson Sterling was definitely not going to fund her.

She had to find a way herself.

Feeling totally trapped, Claire leaned against the wall, trying to push down her mounting frustration.

Her eyes snagged on something. On the very top shelf sat a piece of fabric.

It was a qipao dress.

The silk was immaculate, shimmering brilliantly. Under the sunlight, it morphed through shades of crimson and violet depending on the angle, practically glowing like a prism.

This was... Iridescent Prism Silk.

She knew a few master artisans could weave it, but the technique was considered lost. Authentic pieces rarely hit the market.

Claire rushed to call the workers over. A few of the women glanced at it dismissively.

"If you like it, just keep it, dear. We can't sell that old junk anyway."

Can't sell it?

It made sense. The production cost was exorbitant, and nobody was going to pay luxury prices for fabric woven in an unknown village.

An idea suddenly flashed in her mind.

She grabbed the dress and hurried back to the cabin she was sharing with Miles. Closing the door behind her, she carefully slipped it on.

The silk was cool against her skin, tailoring perfectly to her stunning curves. But because it had been sitting for so long, the zipper jammed midway. No matter how she twisted, she couldn't pull it up.

Familiar footsteps approached, and Miles knocked.

"Can I come in?" his deep voice drifted through the wood.

Claire held the front of the dress together. "Come in..."

"I just need my medical kit."

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