Nanny Daisy opened the door of the cloakroom and walked in to a dazzling array of clothes.
Gladys couldn't help widening her eyes. She stared at those clothes with her mouth agape.
This was not a cloakroom at all. It was more like a large fashion exhibition. There were probably more than a thousand items of clothing contained here.
Moreover, every single one of them was of the highest quality.
It looked tasteful, fashionable and more high-end than the clothes she owned.
Gladys thought that it would be great if all of these were hers.
Gladys was secretly in awe, but the greed in her eyes was obvious.
Nanny Daisy had worked in the Allson family for more than 30 years and had seen all kinds of people. Seeing Gladys' expression, she had already guessed what she was thinking. She couldn't help feeling a little disdainful, but still politely reminded her, "Mrs. Gladwell, please choose."
