Chapter 175: Chapter 175

Chapter 175:

“Very well. I think…” Harlee began, but before she could finish typing her response, Ritchie interjected with another message.

“I’ll take care of it right away.”

Then, he quickly went offline.

In Brixton’s villa, the butler, accompanied by two attendants, awaited Harlee’s arrival at the grand entrance.

As Harlee’s vehicle rolled up, the assembled group quickly moved toward the stopping car.

“Miss Sanderson, welcome. Mrs. Torres has been eagerly anticipating your arrival upstairs. Is that the box containing the dress? Allow me to take it up for you, Miss Sanderson.” Harlee offered a grateful nod and followed the butler inside.

In the opulent living room, Brixton seemed hesitant to voice his suspicion.

“Mom, Harlee isn’t just any fashion designer. She’s the renowned talent behind Janessa Studio. Not only has she come in person to finalize the details, but she’s also delivering the dress herself.

Do you think she might be doing this because of me?”

Brixton wasn’t well-versed in the fashion industry, but he knew that securing a creation from Janessa Studio was like striking gold.

Furthermore, Harlee, the mysterious designer, was known for her selectivity. No amount of money could sway her unless she felt a genuine spark of interest. This led Brixton to indulge in a bit of self-flattery.

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Expecting Zandra to chide him as usual, Brixton was taken aback when, instead, she nodded approvingly.

“Sweetheart, it seems you’ve finally managed something worthwhile.” Initially taken aback by her son’s connection to the prestigious designer, Zandra maintained her poise to preserve his pride.

This morning, an unexpected call from her son revealed that Harlee herself would be delivering the dress, leaving Zandra utterly bewildered. Why would the head of Janessa Studio, of all people, take on such a menial task? Typically, it was Brice, Harlee’s ever-reliable assistant, who handled these duties.

It was clear now.

Harlee’s bond with Brixton must be remarkably deep.

The idea that Zandra would compliment him was more astounding to Brixton than any of his previous feats.

Even when he had single-handedly dismantled the formidable Juarez family, he only received an indifferent “Hmm, not bad,” with a dismissive wave of the hand. Now, he realized that staying aligned with Harlee was the right move.

Seated comfortably on the ornate central sofa of her expansive living room, Zandra’s face lit up with anticipation at the thought of wearing her new dresses. When Harlee arrived unaccompanied, Zandra leaned forward, peering past her to see if a servant was in tow with the dress. Only when she spotted the garment did she settle back into her seat.

“Mrs. Torres,” Harlee said with a courteous nod.

“Miss Sanderson, please take a seat,” Zandra instructed, her eyes never leaving the dresses that Harlee had brought.

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