Isabella Weaver asked in confusion, "Is that like a bulletproof vest?"
"It’s too thin, not quite as strong in defense. Bullets can still penetrate, but it can significantly weaken the force and save your life. Do you see now how valuable it is?"
Isabella Weaver nodded vigorously, "If you wear a few more layers, it’ll be like wearing a turtle shell, you can’t die!"
Harry Hunter was amused by her simplistic analogy, "Pretty much. I bet Connor wears at least two layers, otherwise the King wouldn’t let him leave the country so easily, and he probably has to sleep without taking off the undershirt."
"Seems like being a Prince isn’t easy. On TV, princes and princesses look so glamorous, but they actually have to carry many burdens, especially in a small country like the S Kingdom with special resources."
Harry Hunter didn’t think it was that difficult. He had adapted to working and living under pressure from a young age, and he saw it as a great opportunity for Connor.
eting Connor today, Harry already sensed his growth. The King of the S Kingdom probably put a lot of effort into making him a qualified heir.
"Don’t worry about those things. Just put this shirt on now, wear it under your blouse."
"But it’s a long-sleeved shirt. Won’t it be hot to wear underneath?"
"No, it has great breathability."
Isabella Weaver was still a bit hesitant. The weather was still quite warm, and her blouses were all light-colored, wearing this underneath would show through in purple.
Harry Hunter didn’t force her, and instead put the shirt on himself.
The close-fitting undershirt, its purple sheen wrapped around his body, revealing the contours of his chest and arm muscles, looking cool and sexy.
Isabella Weaver couldn’t help but touch him, jokingly saying, "You could be a male model! Turns out deep purple looks so good on you!"
Harry Hunter put his dress shirt on and sent Isabella Weaver back to the office before going to work himself.
Isabella Weaver hesitated for half the day in the office but finally decided to put the shirt on.
The fabric was unexpectedly light and comfortable, fitting on the body as if wearing nothing, making her figure appear even more shapely.
She found scissors from her drawer and tried to snip it—no mark.
Carefully, she snipped again—still no mark.
The material was full of elasticity that couldn’t be cut!
Could this be the legendary soft tal?
Like a child with a new toy, Isabella Weaver wanted to try everything on the shirt.
Water, knives, and scissors already tested. She rummaged for a lighter and tried burning the wrist area.
Then she just felt the shirt getting warm, but no trace was left, and her skin was intact.
Speechless in awe, she held the shirt!
Divine Clothes!
A treasure!
Is the technology of S Kingdom this amazing? If this cloth sells on the market, S Kingdom will be rich!
Connor will certainly be wealthy in the future!
Connor doesn’t know if he’ll be wealthy later. Right now, he hasn’t gotten a di. The King controls him very strictly, and he can only send clothes if the King orders it, otherwise, he wouldn’t receive any.
This was because of the high status of the Hunter Family, and Harry Hunter’s exceptional identity that made the King willing to gift.
He also brought two more sets for the old master and mistress.
The luxurious Rolls-Royce stopped outside the gate of the Hunter Family’s ancestral ho, two lines of guards all wearing purple uniforms stood solemnly.
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