Chapter 270: Chapter 270 Fashion Design

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"I heard some staff in the office talking about it, and I deduced it based on what they said. Is there a

problem?" Yvonne blinked at him curiously.

Henry shook his head. "No problem at all. I'm just surprised by how you've managed to deduce

everything so accurately. It’s as you said, Jacqueline won't be able to leave the country before she

manages to settle all those company matters. Unless, she sells the company or declares it

bankrupt.” 1

"Yet you just said you would find a chance to send her away from the country.” Yvonne pursed her

lips.

Henry put down his pen and got up. "Of course, I have my own plans."

"I don't suppose your plan is to help her stabilize her company?" Yvonne looked at him curiously.

Henry raised an eyebrow. "Do I seem to only have one idea?"

"Is it not so?"

Henry chuckled in a low tone. "Wouldn't it be better to just buy off their company or even force them

to declare bankruptcy?"

Yvonne was startled. "Are you serious?"

"The Conrads are mainly involved in the fashion industry while the Lancasters are involved in real

estate and innovative technology. They have nothing t o do with the fashion industry.”

"Hold on, are you saying you’re planning to buy out Conrad's company and extend your business

into the fashion industry?"

"Correct, I do have that intention in mind.” Henry nodded and gave her a proud look. "Clothing is

one of the world's most sustainable and profitable businesses, especially if it is a known luxury

brand marketed to nobles. Coincidentally, the Lancaster Group needs to move forwards in our

business and the fashion industry is probably the best thing we have right now."

"But if you do this, are you sure Jacqueline won't retaliate against you?" Yvonne shot him with a

strange look.

Henry pursed his lips, "I did think about this, and that’s why I’m still hesitating. By the way, weren't

you reading up on information related to fashion design recently?"

Yvonne nodded, "A little bit."

"Do you love fashion design?"

"I do. If I'm able to design my own apparel and then get it produced, that would be a wonderful

feeling," said Yvonne as her pupils dilated.

Her whole life she had been living aimlessly under her parents' firm grasp without the freedom to do

whatever she pleased.

They almost controlled her life completely. From the schools she attended all the way to the degree

she majored in, her parents called the shots and she could only follow through helplessly.

Yet the first time she actually retaliated, it was her boldest decision of all which was to compete to

be married to Henry. It was because of this that Yvonne had successfully won the competition and

was brought into the Lancasters. Her parents' grip on her slowly loosened. Now that she thought of

it, if she had not made that bold decision, she would have been sold to another man by her parents

for some money.

Thinking of this, Yvonne couldn't help but shudder at the thought of the consequences and was glad

about her outcome at the same time.

Henry didn't know what was going on in Yvonne's mind at that moment. He had only heard of her

interest in fashion design and was slightly surprised." This is actually my first time hearing you

taking interest in something.''

Yvonne gave him a wry smile. "That’s because in the past, I did not have the freedom to choose

what I liked and could only keep it deep inside my heart. It's difficult for me to bring it up, so if you

hadn't asked, I wouldn't have said it either."

"Then you should give it a shot, seeing that you’re interested in it," encouraged Henry.

Yvonne was surprised and asked, "Give it a shot?"

"Yeap."

"B-but... Can I still make it? Wouldn't it be too late for m e with my current age? Plus, I have never

learned anything about fashion design." Yvonne was so nervous that she waved her hands

aimlessly.

She was admittedly touched when she heard Henry's words of encouragement.

But, her rationality was telling her that her road was going to be tough and filled with potholes, partly

because of her age. 1

What’s more, she did not even know if she had the talent for it.

"Are you very old?" Henry scanned her from head to toe, looking slightly unhappy. "Why won't you

try it since you are interested? Better try than regret later for not trying."

"But my work..."

"If you're talented in this and have a passion for fashion design, then this work wouldn't be of much

importance to you. Think about it," said Henry as he walked towards the rest area opposite him.

Yvonne lowered her head and thought of it for a moment before letting out a sigh. "I'll think about it

then."

"Sure. Come, let's eat." Henry gestured at her.

Yvonne nodded and walked over. She took up her food and ate absentmindedly.

After she ate, she returned to her department and saw Lyn playing on her phone at her cubicle. Lyn

noticed Yvonne's sunken face and couldn't help herself but ask, "Yvonne, are you ok?"

"Lyn, could you help me out? Should I walk this path o r not?" Yvonne had told Lynette about her

opportunity to enter the fashion design industry.

Although Lynette was surprised at how Yvonne had suddenly taken an interest in this, she still

strongly supported her and said, "If you really do have an interest in this, you should give it a shot.

Like your husband said, it's better to try than regret not trying later. As for talent, why don't you draw

something for me now?"

"Would you be able to tell with just that?" Yvonne was curious.

Lynette could not be bothered to answer her and placed a pencil and a piece of paper in front of

her." Just draw."

Yvonne saw the utensils in front of her and could not reject Lynette. She took up the pencil and

thought for a while before drawing a sketch on the piece of paper.

"Let me see." Lynette took the piece of paper and studied the design.

When she was finished, Lynette gasped. "This isn't all that bad. Although it isn't up to a

professional's standard, it's still a decent design. This means you do have talent Yvonne. You'd be

able to improve your skills once you learn more about it."

"Really?" Yvonne's heart fluttered.

Lynette firmly nodded. "Really, I’m not joking.

Although your drawing skills are equivalent to an elementary school student, your design is actually

decent. Yvonne, I truly think you should give it a shot. As for your drawing skills, I'm confident you’ll

improve once you learn more about the skill."

Her eyes showed her confidence and full support for Yvonne.

That meant that two people supported her now.

Slowly but surely, Yvonne was leaning more and more towards accepting the proposal and learning

more about design. 1

She took up her sketch and looked at it for a while. Lynette was right-her drawing skills were

childish, but the design was decent.

Therefore, she really did have a talent for this.

Truth be told, she did not want to put her talents to waste either.

Soon enough, Yvonne came to a decision and said," Lyn, I've decided. I'll sign up for a fashion

design course in three months."

Coincidentally, the fashion design schools would be open for enrolment in three months.

"You've decided?” asked Lynette.

Yvonne nodded firmly. "Yes."

"That's wonderful! When you graduate and return home, I'll leave my wedding dress design to you,"

said Lynette with a wink.

Yvonne's heart melted. "Alright, since you've placed your faith in me, I'll be sure to design you the

world's most beautiful wedding dress."

"It’s a deal then."

"Of course."

As they laughed, it was time to return to work. Yvonne and Lynette both gathered their emotions

and resumed their work professionally.

After work, Yvonne rejected Lynette's invitation to get off work together and secretly went to the

parking lot and waited at Henry's private parking spot.

After a few minutes, Henry showed up together with Joe. They were both walking towards the

parking spot whilst discussing work.

It wasn’t until they arrived in front of Yvonne that they ended their discussion.

"Have you been here for long?" Henry closed the document in his hands and handed it to Joe.