"No, I can't give up. I must turn the tide and fight against the evil forces." Rachel Bailey's unyielding nature surged from within, filling her with confidence once again.

Descending the steps in front of the Shopping Mall, she merged back into the crowd on the street and continued to wander aimlessly.

As she walked, she suddenly noticed many people heading towards a newly opened clothing store across the street. Driven by a desire to check out her competition, Rachel Bailey also made her way to the store named "Clothes and Grace."

Because it was newly opened, the wide space in front of the store was filled with congratulatory flower baskets from the owner's friends. Regardless of whether the business was good or bad, there was at least a large flow of people; it's human nature to be drawn to excitement and novelty. Even if the clothes sold there were no different from other stores', its newness and discount offers attracted many people. They came to join in the excitement and, incidentally, pick out clothes they liked.

Entering the store, Rachel Bailey immediately felt envious. The shop occupied about five hundred square meters and was extremely spacious. This indicated the owner was quite wealthy; otherwise, they couldn't have afforded such a large storefront. Moreover, the clothes inside were of decent quality. Rachel Bailey casually checked the price tags—most were over one hundred yuan—and noted the material was good, clearly appealing to the white-collar class. Each item was hung on a hanger, unlike her clothes, which were just packed in large bags.

It was true that goods from street stalls simply couldn't compare to those in a store.

It was a shame she didn't have enough capital to rent such a large space for her business. That was why Adele Horne had used the city management to pressure her, making it impossible to conduct business during the day.

Now, all her savings could, at most, only afford to rent a corner in front of this store.

After casually browsing for a while, Rachel Bailey decided to leave. Just as she reached the door, she suddenly noticed a small piece of paper stuck to the wall in a corner near the entrance. The paper was small, and the writing on it wasn't large or conspicuous, so it didn't affect customers shopping for clothes. It was an advertisement seeking business partners.

Looking at the content on the paper, Rachel Bailey realized this clothing store was entirely a joint venture, with more than one owner. What excited Rachel Bailey most was that they were still seeking partners. There was no space left inside the store, only out front. Generally, clothing stores would display some cheaper clothes in the area before their entrance to attract more customers, and these spots often generated even better sales. The open space in front of this particular store was wide, several meters from the street, so even a large clothing rack wouldn't obstruct traffic. Besides, didn't almost every shop along this street display items in front of their premises?

The most important thing was that if she set up in front of the store, the city management wouldn't bother her.

Rachel Bailey considered how she had already started her business; she was in a difficult situation now, like riding a tiger and finding it hard to dismount. She felt unwilling to give up without achieving some success. Adele Horne had made it so she couldn't do business during the day. If she invested all her savings into this clothing store, she could operate openly and legitimately, without fearing the city management anymore. As for Adele, she couldn't possibly come and disrupt her business here, could she? That would be illegal.

With this in mind, Rachel Bailey immediately dismissed the thought of leaving. She turned around, found an employee, and after learning who was in charge of partnerships, she joyfully went to find them.

A dark luxury car pulled up in front of Clothes and Grace, but the people inside didn't get out.

An elegant and dignified woman in the passenger seat stared at Rachel Bailey inside the store. Her gaze was sharp and critical, like a knife, and couldn't hide her disappointment and disdain.

From the driver's seat, a man in his thirties, mature and composed, also fixed his gaze on Rachel Bailey inside the store. He respectfully reported to the woman, "Madam, that girl's name is Rachel Bailey. She's the one Young Master has helped a few times."

"Too short, too plain-looking, too low in status. Unsuitable." The woman withdrew her gaze and summarized coolly.

"Young Master seems to hold her in special regard," the man said again. He was hinting that the woman should try to understand more; women their Young Master treated specially were very rare, so this one must possess some charm.

"Let's go back," the woman said indifferently, her tone allowing no argument. She clearly had no interest in learning more about Rachel Bailey.

"Yes, Madam." The man responded respectfully, started the engine, turned the car around, and instantly merged into the flow of traffic.

A short while later, Rachel Bailey emerged from the "Clothes and Grace" boutique, smiling. She had successfully negotiated with the store's largest shareholder to rent about two square meters of open space in front to sell her clothes. She could officially set up shop in three days because the store, having just opened today, preferred not to have cheaper clothes displayed out front for the first three days.

At last, she no longer had to worry about being chased by city management!

When her mood improved, she felt the weather was particularly nice. That was Rachel Bailey for you.

With her immediate problems solved, the sky seemed especially blue to her today. Even the sun, which usually scorched the skin painfully, now felt exceptionally bright and lovely.

RING, RING, RING... Her cellphone suddenly rang. She pulled it out; it was Hansen Ruiz calling. Since she was in a good mood, she immediately pressed the answer button and asked with a chuckle, "Assistant Ruiz, what a surprise! To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?"

"What's this? Did you win a five-million-dollar lottery prize? You sound so happy, so radiant," Hansen Ruiz said. He could hear her laughter through the phone and couldn't help but chuckle himself as he asked good-naturedly.

"My good luck hasn't quite arrived yet. That five-million-dollar prize can wait; let it earn a bit more interest before I bring it home," Rachel Bailey laughed, continuing to walk. "Oh, by the way, I have some good news! I've rented a spot to sell my clothes. I won't have to worry about the city management chasing me anymore, and I won't need to trouble you again either. I'm really sorry about the last two times—for wasting your time and your money. Once my business stabilizes and I start making a profit, I'll repay you in full, with interest."

At that moment, Rachel Bailey felt a vast expanse of brightness before her, as if she had stepped onto a shining path with a limitless future. She began to think about how to repay Hansen Ruiz's kindness.

Hansen Ruiz paused for thirty seconds on the other end of the line. Then, he chuckled and congratulated Rachel Bailey, offering a few polite words of celebration before getting to the real reason for his call to her: "Rachel, I've helped you out twice. If I ever have something I need your help with, would you be willing to assist?"