My Supermodel Wife (For Sale!)

That afternoon, Lilia was called by Harold Satria, her manager. Harold asked her to come to the agency's office to discuss a few things.

Lilia immediately changed into a white cotton shirt with a pastel linen skirt that reached her knees. She completed her look with a wide-brimmed hat that matched her skirt.

When Lilia arrived at the agency office, she ran into Rina. The woman glared at Lilia as she walked away. Her angry expression looked scary, but she didn't say anything to Lilia. In an instant, the woman with a bright red face got into a white Jaguar and sped away.

Lilia guessed that Harold also called Rina to the office regarding their fight last night. The commotion made them a viral topic on the internet, especially because the name of a famous actor William Anggara was mentioned.

When Lilia entered her manager's office, the man wearing the checkered shirt immediately put out his cigarette. He stood and opened the window for the fresh breeze to blow away the suffocating smoke.

"I ran into Rina and she looked angry." Lilia opened the conversation while sitting in front of Harold, "Did you just reprimand her?"

Harold sneered. "Because of her, last night's fight made the entertainment world noisy. Punishing her with reprimands was too light. So I also stopped two endorsement programs and canceled a supporting role contract on a television series that she got."

Lilia was shocked at the sanction, "Isn't that too heavy?" Not that she wanted to defend Rina, but she felt that such punishment was a bit harsh.

Harold shrugged, "Since a long time ago, the agency has forbidden anyone to talk about your past with William. But Rina broke those rules and even humiliated you in public! Who did she think she was? Of course, she must be prepared to accept the consequences of her actions!"

Lilia was secretly satisfied with Harold's explanation. Rina was the one looking for trouble with her, but she was hit by the same stone she first threw at her.

After Harold finished nagging about Rina, he finally remembered his reason for calling Lilia, "This is your flight ticket to Italy next month. Until Milan Fashion Week is over, I won't give you any work. Just focus on preparing. The agency will take care of your clothes, so you don't have to worry."

*****

Lilia left Harold's office feeling disappointed that she couldn't work to distract herself from this contract marriage. She turned down Harold's invitation to have dinner together, but now she didn't know where she was going.

Lilia thought about going home, but she was reluctant to face Sylvia's cold attitude at home.

Finally, she hailed a taxi and went to the nearest mall.

The shopping center looked quieter than usual, maybe because today was a weekday. Lilia headed to the biggest fashion shop in the mall. She planned to improve her mood by shopping.

Apart from that, Sylvia also told her to find new, nice clothes for their meeting with the Widjaya Family in three days. No matter how much Lilia hated this marriage, she couldn't cancel it. That was why she could only follow the wishes of her parents.

As Lilia walked in, it happened that the shop manager saw her. She immediately walked over to Lilia.

"Miss Lilia Pangestu! Welcome to our store!" The woman smiled broadly, "What clothes are you looking for today?"

When a famous model like Lilia bought her clothes here, the shop would reap huge profits from its popularity. The manager was determined to make a good impression on Lilia.

"Please show me your latest outfits!" Lilia instructed.

The shop's clerks immediately moved while the manager ushered Lilia into the changing room. After the clerks brought out a wide selection of clothes, Lilia picked a few to try on and entered one of the empty changing rooms.

While Lilia was trying on her first dress, she heard a woman's voice outside her dressing room.

"Will, do these clothes look good?"

Lilia held her breath as she recognized the voice.

There was only one person apart from Lilia who dared to use the nickname William Anggara so intimately–Sara Hartanto.