Dylan pulled out a handkerchief and casually dabbed at the corner of his mouth. "Sure, but it's out of your price range."
Clara felt a bit awkward. In this city, no one could match Dylan's wealth.
She thought about it for a moment, then a light bulb went off, and she smiled, as if she'd come up with the perfect idea. Taking a deep breath, she asked, "Mr. Dylan, if I can find a gift that pleases you, would you share the details about that property?"
Dylan raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her confidence. There was a spark of interest in his eyes, though he quickly masked it. "Alright," he said.
With a plan forming in her mind, Clara saw no reason to stick around. She left the hotel and immediately got in touch with her friend, Scarlette.
Scarlette was taken aback when Clara asked her about the looks of a deceased member from the Dawson family. "Clara, what's this about?"
"Do you happen to have any photos of her?" Clara pressed.
Everyone knew about Dylan's late 'dream girl.' If she could find someone who looked like her, maybe that would make Dylan happy. Although Clara doubted he was that shallow, since he was already going along with Walter's matchmaking, maybe he'd be open to a lookalike?
Scarlette dug around and eventually found a photo of the Dawson family's late daughter, warning Clara, "Be careful with this."
Scarlette didn’t know Clara’s full plan, but she could guess.
Clara reassured her confidently, "I’ve got this covered. Thanks, Scarlette."
The two of them were neighbors and had become pretty close over time.
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