Henry was visibly agitated, his voice rising in frustration. "Liza, you're just trying to make things hard for Sister Alora! Her designs are highly sought after overseas, yet suddenly, they're not good enough for you? She worked overtime to finish these gowns, and now you're asking her to start all over? I'll teach you a lesson for being so unreasonable!" Alora made a weak attempt to stop him but did little to intervene. "Henry … Gavin, this isn’t necessary..." Before Henry could go further, Liza’s calm voice cut through the tension. "Henry, Miss Alora, tell me—when exactly did I say she needed to redo the gowns?" Henry let out a derisive snort. "You didn’t say it outright, but you didn’t accept them either. Do you know how much these gowns cost? Refusing them is the same as not appreciating her efforts! Sister Alora’s gowns are incredibly expensive, and by rejecting them, you’re being ungrateful!" Liza chuckled lightly, her expression unreadable as she turned her gaze to Alora. “Gavin,” she asked, “how much are these gowns worth?” Alora's face stiffened slightly, but Gavin replied in a neutral tone, "Over eight million dollars." Liza tilted her head as if deep in thought. “Eight million for these gowns… That’s over 500,000 yuan each. At that price, you’d expect the very best materials and impeccable craftsmanship. But…” She paused deliberately, letting the weight of her words settle before continuing, “The fabric used here is of shockingly poor quality. It’s not even worth 50 yuan, let alone 500,000.” Henry ’s face turned red with anger. “Are you saying Sister Alora’s gowns are worthless? Her studio only uses premium materials! How dare you accuse her of using inferior fabrics? Do you even know how many noblewomen are dying to wear her designs? They’ve never complained about the fabrics. Who do you think you are to be this picky?” Alora’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her voice trembling as she spoke. “Liza, our studio prides itself on using only the finest materials. I’d never use substandard fabrics. If you don’t like me, that’s fine, but it’s unfair to slander my work!” Liza raised an eyebrow, her calm demeanor unshaken. “Miss Alora, you’re partially correct. The top portions of these gowns do feature high-quality fabric, and the intricate details show you’ve put effort into the designs. On the surface, the gowns look stunning—no one can deny that.” Henry seized on her words. “See? Even you admit the gowns are beautiful! Why are you still criticizing them? You're just jealous of Sister Alora! If you can’t appreciate her talent, then you don’t deserve to stay at Longwan Residential. Move out immediately! I’ll never accept you as my sister-in-law!” Gavin, who had been silent up until now, finally spoke, his tone cool and unbothered. “Henry , you’re mistaken. You’re not my brother, so naturally, she wouldn’t be your sister-in-law.” Henry turned to Gavin, his face flushing with embarrassment, his chest heaving as he struggled to find a response. Alora’s expression was filled with grievance as she said softly, “Liza, I truly don’t understand what I’ve done to upset you. This is our first meeting, and yet you’re targeting me like this. But I won’t hold it against you. All I ask is for you to apologize, and we can put this behind us. We shouldn’t let this conflict affect the relationship between Gavin and Henry as brothers.” Liza’s cold gaze landed on her. “Did you even give me the opportunity to explain myself? From the start, Henry assumed I was deliberately making things difficult for you. I’m Gavin’s wife, yet neither of you extended me even the most basic level of respect!” Her voice grew even firmer as she continued, “At first glance, these gowns may appear flawless, but upon closer inspection, their flaws are evident. High-end gowns aren’t just about their appearance. Their true value lies in a combination of elegance and comfort. That’s why the quality of the fabrics used is crucial. “A gown priced at 500,000 yuan should embody this standard. But the materials you used for the interior portions are substandard. The fabric around the waist, for example, is coarse, uncomfortable, and prone to tearing.” Liza reached for one of the gowns and gave it a light tug. Sure enough, the inner layer of fabric came loose, exposing its rough and inferior quality. The edges were frayed, and parts of it appeared ready to tear apart with minimal effort. Alora’s face turned pale as she lowered her head, unable to meet anyone’s eyes. Liza’s tone was as sharp as her gaze. “Miss Alora, your designs are marketed as high-end formal wear meant for the wealthy daughters and madams of prominent families. Their skin is delicate and sensitive, requiring only the finest materials. They can’t wear clothing lined with such abrasive fabrics without risking scratches or irritation. “Since Gavin has already paid you, there’s no need to redo these gowns. We can certainly afford the loss. But let me be clear—I won’t wear garments that lack the quality they claim to have. And should this matter become public knowledge, it won’t be my reputation that’s tarnished.” Henry ’s disbelief was evident as he reached out and touched the rough material himself. His brow furrowed deeply. “Sister Alora, how could this happen? The gown you made for my mother before was crafted from silk! This doesn’t make sense!” Alora froze, her mind spinning as she struggled to respond. Her face was pale, and her lips trembled. “I… I didn’t mean for this to happen… I didn’t do it…” Gavin looked up and glanced at Alora coldly, making her tremble.