Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 843 Mad With Anger

Sure enough, Jared straightened up when he saw the word "wedding" and then brought his phone closer to see if he was reading it correctly. When he found that he had not been mistaken at last, a smile began to spread over his face and eyes, and anyone could see his good mood.

Ben Channing looked at Jared in his rearview mirror and wondered, "Mr. Farrell, what's going on?"

Jared was in a good mood to answer his questions, "Little Maple said I should prepare the clothes for our wedding."

"Oh? Really?" Ben Channing was genuinely surprised.

Jared nodded his head, his face full of undisguised satisfaction, "Yes."

"That would be really nice. Congratulations, Mr. Farrell. It shows that Miss Reed is willing to remarry you." Ben Channing laughed too, genuinely happy for him.

Jared coughed to suppress his delight, then he said calmly, "Thank you!"

With that, he looked down and replied to Amber, "Ok, I'll prepare it then."

It was just a simple sentence, but Amber could see how happy he was through the sentence.

She replied with a smile, "I'll leave it to you. All right, I'm gonna go. My tux is coming.

Jared replied with an OK, reluctantly put down his phone and looked at Ben Channing for instructions, "When you get back, you collect some of the most famous wedding dress designers in the world, and I'll see which of their dresses fits Amber and me better."

Ben raised his eyebrows.

Mr. Farrell was a little too active.

Miss Reed just told Mr. Farrell to get the wedding dress ready. When they would get married was still uncertain.

Mr. Farrell, on the other hand, was preparing now.

He really was a marriage maniac.

Ben Channing thought so, but he didn't dare to show it. He just nodded with a smile, "All right, Mr. Farrell, I'll arrange it when I get back to the group."

"Okay." Jared lifted his chin, "And places suitable for weddings. I'll check them out.

"Okay." Ben said.

Jared thought and said, "In addition, you also need to sort out the information of some top jewelry designers for me to design jewelry accessories and wedding rings."

"Okay, Mr. Farrell. Anything else?" Ben asked with a half-smile.

If you needed anything, just tell me at once.

"That's all for now." Jared shook his head, "I'll let you know when I think of it."

"Okay." Ben nodded and said nothing.

Jared was quiet, looking down and thinking.

In the past, he didn't give Amber a wedding. By then, he was hypnotized and convinced that Amber wanted to marry him. He was so disgusted with her that it was impossible to give her a wedding. And now, he was back to normal and loved her more than ever, so naturally, he wanted to give her the best, the best wedding, and everything.

He even decided that giving her everything in the world would not be enough to show her how much he loved her.

On the other side, the dress shop.

Amber put her phone away and put it in her bag.

Behind her, the manager had brought her dress out of the warehouse and was coming towards her with it.

But when she passed Alice, she stopped her, "Wait a minute."

Unconsciously, the manager stopped, looked back at Alice in her wheelchair, and asked politely, "What can I do for you, miss?"

Alice didn't look at the manager, she just looked at the dress she was carrying.

It was a silver-blue one-shouldered fishtail dress, unique in design and novel in fabric, decorated with countless tiny diamonds, so that the whole dress was dazzling even without the light of the reflection, which was very gorgeous.

It was as if wearing it could literally transform a person into a mermaid.

Alice couldn't take her eyes off the dress.

She liked the dress at once, and she could already imagine how beautiful it would look on her.

With her heart beating fast, Alice pointed to the dress in the manager's hand, with undisguised determination and ambition on her face "I want to try on this dress."

She had already seen the brand's new dress this year on its website, and there was no such fishtail dress.

So, this fishtail dress wasn't one of those things that you needed VIP status to buy or order, was it? Well, in that case, she had to take the dress.

The manager never realized that the woman was calling her because of the dress she was holding.

It was understandable, though, that the dress was so beautiful, and when it got there, they were so blown away. Any woman couldn't refuse it.

It was not unusual for this woman to want it.

The manager didn't hand Alice the dress. He just looked at Alice and smiled, "I'm sorry, miss, this dress is custom-made and specially designed by our designer for the guest. It was not for public sale, so we can't give it to you."

Alice's face fell, "What? Is it custom-made?"

"Yes." The manager nodded.

Alice bit her lips.

No wonder she didn't see the dress on the website. It was designed by a designer, and it was just one person's dress.

Then she wouldn't get the dress, would she?

Alice looked at the dress in front of her and was filled with unwillingness.

She couldn't let go of a dress that beautiful.

Why didn't she fight for herself?

Alice bit her lower lip, finally took a deep breath, calmed down, and forced a smile, "Since it is customized, it is ok, but the owner of the dress is not here now, it is ok for me to try on the dress. I want to see if it is suitable for me. If it is, I can also ask your designer to customize a dress, what do you say?"

She checked the store. She was the only customer.

That was why she was sure the owner of the dress wasn't here.

And these saleswomen, they probably wouldn't say no. After all, if she ordered one more, these saleswomen might get a higher commission. However, Alice thought her proposal would not be rejected, and the next second her smile froze on her face.

The manager smiled and said, "I'm sorry, miss, but you still can't try on the dress. Everyone's figure is different. This dress is tailor-made. If you try it on and the dress is deformed, what are we supposed to tell the client? It is also unethical to give a client's dress to another client to try on. If they find out, we'll all lose our jobs. Secondly, this dress is the only one of its kind in the world. If you want the same dress, you can only ask the client for permission. If the client allows her designer to make a custom dress for someone else, you can get it. And there are conditions, of course."

Alice was already upset when she heard that she couldn't try it on.

But when she heard that she needed the customer's permission to customize the same one, she felt like hitting someone.

Now that she knew there were other conditions, she wanted to kill.

Wasn't it just a dress?

How could there be so many rules?