Chapter 215: Chapter 215

Chapter 215:

The guests closest to them overheard the exchange and were shocked by the revelation. Who would have thought Harlee, the daughter the Sanderson family had been searching for all these years, would turn out to be a world-renowned designer? Before this, Skyla had even placed a few orders of dresses from Janessa Studio. This was astonishing.

The Sanderson family remained calm, having already known about Harlee’s role as the head of Janessa Studio.

Collin, hiding among the crowd, put on a meaningful smile, his gaze calculating. The George family was coincidentally looking for a dress designer, and Harlee seemed like the perfect fit.

But alas, it was all because Harlee had been so reserved. If she had disclosed earlier that she was the head of Janessa Studio, would he have left her for Adelina? It appeared that Adelina was truly no match for Harlee!

Collin, looking quite pleased with himself, bragged to the person beside him.

“I can win over this woman within two weeks. Want to make a bet?”

Unbeknownst to Collin, the individual next to him was Fletcher, whose face was hidden in the darkness of the corner.

“What’s the bet?” Fletcher asked.

Thinking he had impressed the listener with his claim, Collin confidently said, “Five million.”

Fletcher stared at Collin with a serious expression and remained quiet.

“Really? You don’t even have five million? Are you that broke? How are you even at this gala?” Collin mocked.

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“Harlee is valued far above five million.”

“What do you mean…” Before Collin could finish, he was knocked unconscious with a swift slap.

Collin’s fair-weather friends were about to react when Fletcher emerged from the shadows, and someone immediately recognized him.

The entire area fell silent.

“Leave!” Fletcher’s gaze was frosty, his dark eyes piercing.

“Fletcher, you’ve certainly crossed a line! You eject a guest just because you’re upset. Is this typical of the Sanderson family’s hospitality? Sherman was simply here for the banquet, and you went as far as breaking his arms and legs!”

Rolland Hilton, Sherman’s father, walked in, accompanied by his two daughters and a group of bodyguards who were guarding Sherman. Slumped in a wheelchair, swathed in bandages, and barely conscious, Sherman intermittently let out feeble groans that seemed to punctuate his father and sisters’ allegations.

The surrounding whispers intensified, and a trace of annoyance flickered across Harlee’s usually composed face. Such perfect timing.

Her expression tensed slightly.

Her role as the head of Janessa Studio had just been inadvertently exposed, and now troublemakers were ready to absorb her wrath, as if the universe itself refused to allow her even the slightest discomfort.

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