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-!

Luxe vogue. We've a' heen receiving strange texts, warnings,

tongue tied after he pulled away. I couldn't understand why anyone would be against us. We have stuck to business and government rules, we have ensured we always satisfy our clients; Grace works hard on their designs

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

nice working with you," he said with a tight smile. Then he turned and walked out of the cafe where I had coerced him

my office in a daze. So everything that's been happening has not been our fault. Someone was behind this. Maybe it was our rivals? But Luxe vogue had not had any rival in years. We have owned the fashion spotlight for years and no one dared to compete with us. Perhaps someone has grown the balls to stand up to

our social media manager ran up

stopped the elevator and stepped out. The lady worked mainly remotely so her presence was enough to

we heard these days anyway. It was either there was a bad review on

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

knew her response but I asked

even worse than the previous

taken down the

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 accused

page is dormant as it

I ran my hands through my hair. "You

her brow, "I should?

I know that. But what is its use if it becomes a platform for

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

and Grace had really put their all into promoting the menswear series after the launch. Now all of their efforts and the money spent into it had all gone down the drain. So as of now,

the elevator and it stopped on

saw me approach. "Welcome, ma'am," the poor girl managed a

couldn't even bring myself to answer her greeting. She followed me into my office with a stack

hadn't even approved the previous one and more were already here.