Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0115

SYDNEY'S POV

I stared at the man who supplied us with cotton, my mouth agape. His mouth was pulled tight and he had refused to meet my gaze as he remained adamant

"Why?!" I reiterated. I have asked this question a thousand times but all the man just kept telling me is that he just did not want to do business with Luxe vogue again.

Now, a mere supplier telling us that he wasn't interested in supplying raw material to us would not have been an issue. I mean we could easily search for another supplier with the same quality. Yes, the process of getting a legit supplier with the same high quality will be cumbersome but we will get one.

Now the issue here was that, for weeks now, all of Luxe vogue suppliers have been pulling out. Some, like this one seated before me, were polite enough to come to meet us in person and withdraw their services while some did not even bother, they just sent a mail - Good day, I will not be rendering my services to your company again. Thank you.

And that was it! No reason. Every attempt to reach them has been futile. Now that this one managed to be here, I have been trying to get him to tell me why he suddenly didn't want to work with us again but he wouldn't speak.

"Look," I licked my lips, attempting to get him to talk. "Our relationship has grown far more from just business partners. You are a friend of Luxe Vogue. We can't just lose you like this."

His eyes softened and I knew I had been able to reach his heart a bit. He sighed and faced me, "I get you. I personally enjoy doing business with your guys but..." he looked around and leaned closer. "The existence of my business. is on the line as we speak..."

I frowned, "What do you mean? We pay on time, we ne-"

"It's not you," he shut me up. Then his voice lowered so that I had to lean in forward to hear him. “I don't know but there's someone pressuring all of the people working with you to pull out.”

Chapter 2115

What the-!

just me but I met with a fellow supplier during a meeting. We got talking and somehow, we talked about Luxe vogue. We've a' heen receiving strange texts, warnings,

have stuck to business and government

looked at me with pity. "I wish it would not get to this but there is nothing I can do. I cherish my life and my

took it. "It was nice working with you," he said with a tight smile. Then he

had not had any rival in years. We have owned the fashion spotlight for years and no one

our social media

stopped the elevator and stepped out. The lady worked mainly remotely so her presence was enough to raise alarms. I met her halfway, What's the

report. It was the only type of news we heard these days anyway. It was either there was a bad review on our page or an investor suddenly thinks investing in our

another stream of comments on the menswear series page," she said and my

type of comments?" I already knew her

ma'am. They're even worse than the

you taken down

hours and so much effort putting together for the advert of the menswear series that we launched had to be taken down because it attracted a lot of negative comments. They

single one, ma'am. The page is dormant

ran my hands through my hair. "You know what?

brow, "I should? We've

what is its use if it becomes

and pursed her lips. "Okay," she said in

their efforts and the money spent into it

it stopped on the

managed a smile despite all the disastrous news

me into

even approved