A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 117

Matilda’s designs were a hit even before they hit the shelves, with socialites lining up to place custom orders. When Micah transferred his share of the profits into her account, he promptly called her up.

“Ms. Thompson, I really must express my gratitude for your collaboration with our company on this collection. I was wondering if you might be free this evening to join me for dinner?”

Micah was polite as always and even provided the address.

Matilda didn’t refuse. Despite the fact that his son had once wronged her, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for Micah, who consistently apologized for his son’s foolish actions. She noticed the streaks of grey in his hair, and her heart softened a fraction.

So, she agreed to meet him that night.

After hanging up, Matilda started rifling through her wardrobe.

She had always been a woman of refined taste, and her clothing choices were no exception. As the weather had taken a chilly turn, she opted for a cream–colored overcoat. Given its generous cut, she wore just a snug–fitting turtleneck underneath and chose a pair of sleek stilettos. before heading out..

coat tighter as she arrived at the restaurant right on time. Pushing the door open, she found Micah and a group of associates already gathered, raising their glasses in her direction,

beauty

She poured herself a modest glass of red wine

up Matilda’s designs, lavishing praise on her work

I’d love to collaborate

from all around the table, and it felt as though new doors were opening up in her

Once satiated with food and wine, some of the executives suggested heading out for some karaoke, and all

quickly booked a private karaoke suite on his

trailing behind, “What fun is it for Ms. Thompson to hang out

to join in? It would be a shame

tonight, sigh. Ms. Thompson, I hope you don’t mind our company.”

courteously. “I used to go singing with my dad, actually.”