Carlos smiled faintly, with a hint of amusement in his eyes,
"The outfit you're wearing, there's only three in the world, and just one in this country. It's hanging in the closet of our villa right now.
I specifically bought it for my wife as a wedding gift when we got married."
The moment he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room froze instantly, as if time had stopped flowing.
A tense and awkward aura filled the air, and everyone held their breath, awaiting Nana Ross's reaction.
Nana's complexion turned pale instantly, as if slapped across the face, her cheeks alternating between red and white. Her smug smile froze, giving way to utter embarrassment.
She instinctively stepped back, disbelief in her eyes, her hands trembling slightly as they clutched her clothes, as if seeking confirmation. She stammered,
"This... how can this be possible?
You're lying, mine is genuine."
Her voice carried a trace of tremor.
