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Chapter 21 

I didn’t wake up until after 9 PM, groggily crawling out of bed. While cooking noodles in the kitchen, my phone fizzod a few times. 

It was from Jack. 

Ever since I asked him about his Alpha’s height weight, and measurements, he’d disappeared like a ghost and hadn’t responded to me sizre 

But now, he suddenly sent me a series of numbers. 

Along with a message: 

“The Alpha says you owe him a suit. Afraid you’d be confused when shopping, he specifically asked me to inform you.” 

I stared at the screen, my face full of “…???” 

What did this mean? 

What was this supposed to mean? 

Had he changed his mind? Was he giving me another chance? 

The moment this thought surfaced, I immediately killed it. I couldn’t think like this narcissism was a path of no return. 

Maybe… he was just afraid I’d use “buying a suit” as an excuse to see him again, so he was taking preemptive action, reminding me not to play any more clever tricks. 

If I misunderstood his meaning and showed up with a suit, acting all sentimental, I’d probably just face more cold mockery. 

I really wanted that job. 

But… I wasn’t willing to sacrifice my dignity for it yet. 

I carefully composed a message and sent it back: 

“Got it, I’ve noted the measurements. I’ll buy it as soon as possible and mail it to you.” 

**Third Person POV:** 

After reading her reply, Jack put away his phone and reported to Garrett Wylder: 

“Miss Elara says she’s noted the measurements and will mail it to you as soon as possible.” 

“Mail it?” 

Garrett Wylder was reading with platinum–rimmed glasses on. Hearing this, his eyes flickered slightly. 

“Mm.” 

He responded lightly, his slender fingers turning a page, seemingly not particularly concerned. 

But Jack knew this was actually the Alpha giving Elara an opportunity. 

He couldn’t help but interject, “Should I../go remind her?” 

Garrett Wylder said indifferently, “She doesn’t want to come herself. No need to force it.” 

Jack fell silent for a second. 

Chapter 21 

How do you know she doesn’t want to come? 

Jack thought the Alpha’s words were strange, but he wisely didn’t ask further. 

The next day, I went out to buy the suit. 

As soon as I left the residential complex, a car 

gaietly began following me. 

I visited several malls in New York, comparing the texture, style, and craftsmanship of ash gray suits, trying to find the closest match 

After more than two hours, my legs were sore, but I still hadn’t found anything suitable. 

De top–tier custom tailoring, incomparable to ordinary luxury brands. 

It wasn’t that ash–gray suits were rare, but his looked 

I sat exhaustedly on an outdoor bench, my mind automatically rehearsing his noble and disdainful expression when he’d receive the mit 

“…Ah, forget it, whatever.” 

Whether he liked it or not was his business. 

After resting for a while, I decisively rushed back to a store I’d visited earlier and picked out an ash–gray suit with similar color and material. While the clerk was finding the right size, she said enviously: 

“Your husband has such a great figure. Is he a model?” 

A model? 

Ha, he’d probably consider that an insult if he heard it. 

I left the store carrying the bag with the suit and texted Jack asking for the mailing address. 

**Third Person POV:** 

While focused on texting, she didn’t notice someone had been following her from a distance, quietly pressing the shutter and sending photos to Rowan 

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