Chapter 261 - Caught Red-handed (1/2)

Later at night,

A lone figure of a woman was standing before the floor to ceiling glass wall which looked over the skyline of Berlin. Her eyes were set on the midnight sky which was splattered with hues of dark blue and gray. The crescent shaped moon was shining in the distance, its light seeping through the gray curtains which were trying their best to hide its illuminating figure.

With her mind still occupied with thoughts, she shifted her gaze to the golden card in her hand. Raising it up in the air, she let the pale lights of her office hit the card as she held it in between her index and middle finger.

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*FLASHBACK*

”Is this all, Ma'am?” The saleslady questioned her as she was preparing her bill to which she nodded. ”The other suit which you placed an order for would take around seven to ten days. It will be delivered to the address you have provided us with.” She added after getting her confirmation.

”Thank you.” Stella thanked her in return. She had actually listened to the creepy man from earlier and placed an order for a customized suit for her man. She would more than love to see him wear some other color besides the usual dull colors he usually goes for.

After getting her receipt and card back from the saleslady, she was about to walk out of the store but a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.

”Excuse me, Ma'am.”

She turned around only to find the girl from earlier standing a couple of feet away from her. Her eyes shifted to her name tag for a fleeting second as she confirmed her name, Lizzy. She walked up to her and gave her a polite smile. ”Yes, Lizzy.”

The girl awkwardly scratched the back of her head and extended her other hand in her direction which was holding a golden card. ”This… this for you. He… asked me to give it to you.” She managed to speak with a flustered expression, keeping her voice low.

Stella looked at her face in confusion before taking the card from her. She rotated it in between her fingers so that she could have a better look at the bold, black letters.

'CARSTON WILLIAMSON.'

She fought the urge to roll her eyes at the cheekiness of the man. 'A golden colored card, seriously? You could have at least gone for a decent shade of it.' She thought to herself as a frown marred her forehead.

Turning it around, she saw some words scribbled on its other side. It was easy to make the words out when a ball point was used to write them over the cards glazing surface.

'Just leave a text at this number whenever you have made your mind. It does not have to be a Sunday.

-CW!'

”Thank you, Lizzy.” Stella shifted her attention to the girl who was still standing before her with her head lowered down.