A Second Chance with the CEO After Divorce

Chapter 217:

The new designer, credited as Joyce Scott, appeared highly skilled. She had carefully implemented all the feedback he had provided on the preliminary designs, finishing them to an excellent standard.

“Sir,” Marc cleared his throat, noticing Kristopher’s attention was captured by the sketches. “Her name is Joyce Scott, and that piqued my curiosity. I reached out to Wildfield Design Studio on the way here to ask about her. They described her as quite mysterious. She’s officially part of the studio, yet she hasn’t shown up for work. However…” He paused. “She made a single request: to complete the jewelry within three months. That’s practically unheard of. In Nawrin, only firms with major corporate backing and swift operations can meet such a deadline, which is why they approached our new company.”

Kristopher narrowed his eyes, impressed by the designs. “Did you find out why she needs it done in three months?”

“I asked,” Marc hesitated. “The reason they gave was somewhat questionable. They told me the designer is terminally ill and has only three months to live. She wants to see her designs hit the market before she passes, hence the urgent timeline…”

Kristopher’s hand stopped moving over the sketches. “A terminal illness, with just three months to live?”

He scoffed. “This designer is really going the extra mile for publicity. Joyce has been dead for four years, and now suddenly they claim she has a terminal illness?”

aside, he said, “Set up a meeting. I want to

Darren was right on time, knocking on Belinda’s door. The door swung open almost

Belinda, her hair now cropped short, wearing a

giving her an air

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taken aback

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answered, her smile bright. “I decided on a change after you left last night. I did

hair, looking a bit uncertain.

nodded enthusiastically. “Belinda, you look like you could have a second career as a

design for now.” Belinda chuckled, closing the door as they both made their way to the

was in the same building as Darren’s studio. Now, Darren was not only a former university peer but