They took a private passage straight up to the women’s clothing floor. No manager, no grand entrance—just a quiet shopping trip. Alexander Barron figured he’d check in on the store operations while they were at it.
Summer Knight randomly chose a boutique that looked decent and stepped inside casually.
Inside, two sales assistants were slouched behind the counter, gossiping about the body shape of their previous customer. The second they noticed someone walk in, they rushed to slap on their professional smiles and trotted over.
But as they got a good look at the woman, they froze mid-step.
Summer’s face was instantly recognizable—City Q’s infamous “foolish daughter,” now suddenly all grown up.
Sure, people said she wasn’t dumb anymore. But let’s be honest—she was still the
