Chapter 736: Chapter 736

Chapter 736:

“Miss Sanderson.”

Harlee acknowledged him with a small, almost imperceptible nod.

Observing Harlee’s composed demeanor, Brice seized the moment to brief her on their latest developments.

“Miss Sanderson, as per your directives, we’ve been working on reestablishing Janessa Studio in Baythorn.”

Layne and I are on the verge of completing this phase. What remains is to craft a solid reputation for the studio.”

Harlee savored a few more bites and arched a knowing eyebrow.

After a moment, she set down her fork and leveled a piercing gaze at Brice.

“No, we’re taking a new approach. I want Janessa Studio out of our equation.”

Brice, taken aback, stammered, “That… You mean to…”

With a flick of her hand, Harlee silenced him, her voice laced with resolve.

“Exactly as you think. I’m envisioning a fresh start with a new company.”

She leaned back, her voice taking on a visionary tone.

“To be specific, I aim to found a conglomerate that will venture well beyond the realms of mere fashion.”

“Are you seriously thinking of shaking the very foundations of Mogluylia’s elite society?” Brice asked, his expression stoic, betraying no surprise, as if he had foreseen her ambitious plans.

Ignoring his question, Harlee continued with strategic focus.

𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖘.𝖈𝖔𝖒

“Henceforth, Layne will oversee all our public engagements.

Brice, you will steer our operations from the shadows.”

“And what will your role be in this new arrangement?” Brice inquired, curiosity piqued.

With a conspiratorial grin, Harlee declared, “This new company will be hiring me as their designer.”

Layne felt his heart flutter wildly.

As a mere assistant, the idea of suddenly ascending to the role of a conglomerate’s head was staggering, especially since the true owner only wished to remain a low-key designer.

It suddenly made sense why Brice had asked about his outfit for fifteen minutes straight before Harlee arrived! She was truly impressive.

In that moment, Layne retreated inward, daunted by the immense responsibility of leading a new conglomerate. Such heights of power had always been realms of fantasy for him. Now, a tempest of emotions raged within him.

Doubts gnawed at him, questioning his capability to manage such a role. Yet, if this was Brice’s command, he would pour his soul into it, even if it demanded every ounce of his spirit.

After all, it was Brice who had once saved his life.

Brice, knowing Harlee’s indifference to the shallow glitz of fame and wealth, held back his objections. Instead, he focused on the practicalities that lay ahead.

“Have you thought about what we should name the new company?”

“A name?” Harlee scrunched up her face, visibly troubled by the question. Naming things had never been her strong suit. Tonya usually handled it, or Brice would step in and take over. The idea of coming up with a name for a conglomerate felt like scaling an uncharted peak—impossibly steep and utterly overwhelming.

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