Unspoken Hearts: My Neglected Mute Wife's Escape - Chapter 801

Chapter 801:

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The store was expansive, filled with a dazzling array of clothes that nearly overwhelmed Lacey. Her heart raced, excitement bubbling up inside her. So, this was what the world of the wealthy looked like.

Lacey couldn’t help but wonder if Kallie regularly splurged Jake’s money on clothes from this very store every day.

Seething with indignation, Lacey grabbed a stack of garments and marched off in search of a fitting room.

When she tried to enter what appeared to be an unoccupied changing room, a store attendant quickly intercepted her.

“Miss, I apologize, but this suite is reserved for our exclusive VIP customers. The standard fitting rooms are just across there,” the attendant explained politely.

Although the statement was meant to be courteous, it caused Lacey to blush with embarrassment.

Clutching the clothes tightly, Lacey muttered through gritted teeth, “I was just curious to see what it looked like inside.”

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Noticing her discomfort, the attendant softened her tone. “Would you like me to show you to one of the regular fitting rooms?”

“No need,” Lacey replied, her voice tight with restrained frustration.

The attendant gave a small, understanding smile and stepped aside, allowing Lacey to walk away.

Lacey had only taken a few steps when the sound of the changing room door opening and footsteps following her made her instinctively turn around.

An elderly man in a black coat emerged—seemingly ordinary but with a gaze that was nothing short of formidable.

He wasn’t alone. A group of people in black suits accompanied him, treating him with the utmost respect.

The attendant, who had been helping Lacey moments before, now approached the man with a respectful smile, signaling his prominent status.

Lacey watched, her expression subtly changing as she stood still, her gaze locked on the man instead of retreating to the fitting room.

When the man sensed Lacey’s gaze, he glanced over. Their eyes met in a moment that sent a shiver down her spine, as if she’d been plunged into icy water.

Once his gaze shifted away, Lacey drew a sharp breath, as if surfacing for air. The man’s gaze had been chilling. Jeanette, standing beside Lacey, seemed equally disturbed. “Lacey, that man is terrifying. Can we leave?” Jeanette muttered.

Lacey steadied herself, her eyes narrowing with determination that felt as cold as ice. “No, we’re not leaving. Jeanette, this could change our fortunes. I won’t let this opportunity slip away. It’s time they realize we’re not to be underestimated,” she declared firmly.

Jeanette looked at her in confusion.

Lacey mentally counted down the seconds. Three. Two. One.

At zero, the disturbance erupted exactly as Lacey had predicted.

Those clustered around the man quickly scattered, trying to clear everyone else out of the store. Their faces were tight with stress, some whispering urgently into their phones as they dialed.

Feeling the sweat on her palms, Lacey took a deep breath to steady herself and then pushed boldly through the chaos. “Please, make way. I’m a doctor. Let me see if I can help,” she declared, her voice cutting through the turmoil.

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