Chapter 172

Seeing Linda’s gesture, even if her marriage with Nash fell apart, this bed was still where she slept. She didn't like others touching it. As she reached out, she grabbed Linda’s hand. "Do you know which one it is?"

Linda paused, deeming the question trivial. "It's just a sweater; I can handle it."

If Nina could handle it, so could she. Nina maintained a stoic expression. "If you wish to occupy this position, it depends on whether you're capable." She glanced at the sizable bed. "Nash has very specific preferences. Even with something as simple as a sweater, he will specify whether it should be white or black. If he doesn't like it... it will be disastrous."

"Don't try to intimidate me!" Linda didn't believe her. Last time Nina warned her, it was simply to deter her. "It's cold now, and Nash only wants warm clothing. There wouldn't be so many demands."

Linda proceeded to open the wardrobe directly. The clothes inside were neatly organized, easily visible. She promptly selected a th