Chapter 1349 - 1348: Priceless

In front of a wall of iron you can't kick through, you're not even worth a fart!

Lu Yu said this in an eerily calm, icy tone. Right now his eyes were full of mockery and chill as he looked at Isabelle Adjani, a frosty sharpness flashing in his gaze.

If it hadn't been for Isabelle Adjani thinking too highly of herself and taking the initiative to attack Lu Yu with her words, things never had to get to this point!

But now it was too late to say anything. Isabelle Adjani had already paid the price for her arrogance just now.

You have to understand, offending a Royal Clothing Master like Paul Smith—how terrifying the consequences are is something mere models like them absolutely cannot bear!

"That's right."

Hearing Lu Yu's words, Paul Smith at the side opened his mouth and said, "You were the one who started all this, and yet not only did you refuse to apologize, you even stirred up trouble in my shop!"

"Isabelle Adjani, you brought this entirely on yourself. You've got no one else to blame."

As he spoke, Paul Smith's voice turned cold. "Of course, if it were just that your character is bad, I couldn't be bothered to fuss with you. After all, there are plenty of people with lousy character in this industry, and my sense of justice isn't that strong."

Right now Paul Smith was looking at Isabelle Adjani with a gaze that was low and cold, faint anger burning in his eyes, making him look downright intimidating.

Listening to Paul Smith, Isabelle Adjani was kneeling on the floor. Her still-pretty face was clouded and lifeless, and at a glance she looked utterly desolate.

She knew all too well that the consequences of offending Paul Smith were something she didn't even dare imagine!

"From here on out, you're on your own."

After tossing that line at Isabelle Adjani, Paul Smith slowly turned his head. Looking at Lu Yu, he said, "This friend of ours truly has a razor‑sharp eye, to see at a glance how perfectly this dress fits your fiancée!"

As he spoke, Paul Smith's gaze fell on Leng Qingqiu, carrying a hint of gravity.

Hearing Paul Smith's words, Leng Qingqiu felt her pretty face flush, and she suddenly seemed a little shy.

Even now, whenever Leng Qingqiu heard others call her Lu Yu's fiancée, she couldn't help the heat rising in her cheeks, a kind of indescribable bashfulness welling up.

"You flatter me, Mr. Smith."

Hearing Paul Smith, Lu Yu said lightly, "I don't actually know clothes. I just simply felt this dress suited my fiancée very well. Other than that, I didn't think that much."

As he spoke, there was a faint smile on Lu Yu's face, giving off a teasing vibe.

"Oh?"

At that, Paul Smith smiled slightly and then said, "Then you're really impressive. Just by looking you can tell whether someone suits a piece of clothing. Even many master tailors can't do that!"

As he spoke, Paul Smith's tone carried a trace of amusement, sounding quite playful.

Hearing Paul Smith, a playful smile spread across Lu Yu's face. Looking at Paul Smith, he said, "That's because your tailoring skills are that good."

As he spoke, the corners of Lu Yu's mouth lifted a bit, his expression tinged with mischief.

As the saying goes, if someone gives me a foot of respect, I'll return them a yard. Paul Smith's handling of Isabelle Adjani just now had pleased Lu Yu very much, so now he was planning to give him some face in return.

"Because my tailoring skills are good?"

Hearing Lu Yu's words, a trace of puzzlement flashed across Paul Smith's face. Looking at Lu Yu, he asked, "How do you mean?"

At this moment Paul Smith really couldn't figure out what medicine Lu Yu was selling in that gourd of his.

"If your tailoring skills weren't superb, how could I, just by looking at the dress, instantly tell how perfectly it would hug my fiancée's figure?"

As he spoke, Lu Yu's face was full of calm amusement, giving off a composed, unruffled air.

Hearing this, Paul Smith was briefly stunned, then an uncontrollable smile spread over his face.

The smile was restrained, but still brilliantly bright.

This usually very serious United Kingdom gentleman completely lost his composure after being flattered so casually by Lu Yu.

There's a saying: you can poke holes in anything, but never in flattery. If you're good at buttering people up, it's practically invincible; if you're bad at it, it just backfires.

Lu Yu's one simple line sounded ordinary, but it landed precisely on the thing Paul Smith was most proud of.

Exactly because of that, such a rarely seen smile appeared on Paul Smith's face—Lu Yu's words really hit the spot.

Seeing the pleased look on Paul Smith's face, the smile at the corner of Lu Yu's mouth grew even brighter. He directly took out a card and said, "Since this gown is your painstaking masterpiece, Master Paul Smith, I'm willing to pay a high price for it. Name your price."

His voice was low and steady, without a trace of nouveau riche tackiness. "I definitely won't let your hard work go to waste."

As he spoke, Lu Yu's expression was free and easy, giving off an air of bold generosity.

"It's priceless."

Hearing Lu Yu, Paul Smith said, "This dress represents the Peak of my tailoring, and it's also infused with my longing for my late wife. So this gown is priceless."

As he spoke, there was a seriousness on Paul Smith's face. From his expression, he didn't look like he was lying!

"I understand."

Hearing Paul Smith's words, Lu Yu seemed to read something in his eyes. Looking at him, Lu Yu said, "We understand what you mean. It was presumptuous of me."

As he spoke, Lu Yu's voice dropped, carrying a heavy steadiness, making him sound genuinely sincere.