Aveline opened the file and noticed the contact's last name was Blake, which made her hesitate. She quickly grabbed her phone and dialed the number. The unfamiliar digits gave her a surprising sense of relief.

"Hello?"

But when she heard Desmond's voice on the other end, her mood soured immediately.

"Why is it you?"

Desmond was momentarily taken aback. "Uh... Miss Young? Is there something you need from me?"

He pretended to be surprised, but in reality, Lucas was sitting right next to him, listening in through the speakerphone.

Aveline asked, "I received a commission to design a villa. Did you buy a villa? Are you getting married?"

Desmond hesitated, glancing at Lucas for guidance.

Lucas, maintaining his cold demeanor, gave nothing away, leaving Desmond to fend for himself.

Desmond nervously stammered, "Ah... yes, it's just a coincidence that the project landed with you. What a small world, huh?"

buying the casual tone, asked, "What are your requirements? Let me

no help. Internally, Desmond was panicking-how was he supposed to come up with requirements? He couldn't afford a villa, let alone plan a

after a brief moment of thought, Desmond suggested, "Uh, Miss Young, how about we discuss this in person? Maybe

seeing no objections, sighed in relief. He had made the right call-arranging a meeting with Aveline was the

free this afternoon? Send

I'll send you the address right away. We can discuss everything

later," Aveline responded before ending

"Goodbye."

glancing at Lucas to gauge his reaction. "Mr. Tudor,

afternoon... Maybe you could

a cold look.

laugh. "Heh, well, I've been slacking off lately,

Lucas replied with icy indifference, "I suppose I can help you out this

Tudor. I'll get back

"Mm," Lucas murmured.

left the office, the fake smile on his face vanished, replaced by a look of sheer dread. He just wanted to

with her measuring tools in hand. The

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