The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 118

Just shut up, Zane thought dryly.

He transferred the full ten dollars, then snapped a quick photo of the broken designer sandal. "Throw this away for me. Keep the change as a tip."

They walked back to the sidewalk.

"I'll contact the boutique and have a new pair delivered to your room," Zane offered. Elara only wore the latest collections, and a nearby flagship store could easily pull from their warehouse.

"It's fine, I can handle it myself," Elara declined gracefully.

Zane smiled. "Give me a chance to salvage my pride. You gifted me a custom-tailored shirt, and I'm putting you in ten-dollar plastic flip-flops. It's ruining my image."

Elara laughed softly. "Alright."

"Any specific style?"

"Whatever you think works."

With that simple instruction, Zane spent the rest of the night driving the boutique staff insane.

He lay in his luxury suite, scrutinizing dozens of photos the staff sent over, rejecting pair after pair. The store employees were fuming, silently cursing the billionaire demanding a private fashion show at midnight.

Eventually, the elite boutique team arrived at Elara's suite.

Two exhausted employees hauled in multiple boxes of designer heels.

Zane followed right behind them.

Elara sat on the plush sofa while the staff knelt and carefully slipped each pair onto her feet for her approval.

Zane had personally vetted every single option, so when he saw her try them on, he suggested, "They all look incredible on you. Why don't we just keep the whole batch?"

Elara shook her head. "I'm traveling. I only need one pair."

She ultimately settled on a pair of elegant beige stilettos, perfect for matching her business attire.

"Thank you for this, Zane."

"Don't mention it."

Zane exited the room like a perfect gentleman, walking out with the boutique staff.

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