Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

Chapter 459

The nephew could not bear to see his aunt being bullied. He said coldly, “Aunt Maya, I’ll go with you. I want to see how the Saintess has the guts to let you make her clothes.”

Maya’s cold expression did not change much. She was well–mannered and did not get angry at the Saintess’s order. Instead, she slowly said, “I’ve been living abroad. all these years and rarely come home. I’m ashamed to say that I haven’t contributed much to the clan except for the support I rightfully have been providing.

“This time, I’ll go over and make the Saintess a piece of cloth. It can be considered as me contributing to the clan.”

Maya changed her clothes and brought along a ruler, pen, and paper. Then, she followed Dakota over.

Dakota had hoped that the Saintess would anger Maya, but she did not want to fall out with Maya. After all, she was going to take over the family business in the future. The closer she was to the powerful elders in the family, the better.

Hence, she went to Maya’s side and asked curiously, “Aunt Maya, I heard that you were designing clothes for the fiancée of the richest man of the Hushe Republic, Mr. Sullivan, some time ago.”

Maya nodded. “Ms. Taylor had to attend a banquet, so she invited me over.”

Dakota was envious. “Aunt Maya, you’re really amazing.”

Maya shook her head. “It’s nothing. I’m just a supporting role. The main designer was my teacher. I’m just an assistant in charge of the hemline part.”

Hearing this, Dakota was stunned. She could not believe it. “Even someone as skilled as you was not in charge of the main design? It’s just designing a piece of cloth. Why was it split into parts?”

Maya smiled and explained, “You don’t know this, but Ms. Taylor’s clothes were all made by Bosman’s top designers. There was even the international master, Abel Dubois, who tailored them for her personally. Ms. Taylor rarely wears other designers‘ clothes. This time, my teacher got the opportunity because of a coincidence.

“What coincidence?” Dakota was extremely curious. Maya’s words seemed to have opened the door to another world for her.

She had never thought that there was someone as noble as Ms. Taylor in this world.

Even someone like Aunt Maya was only worthy of designing her hemline.

because of the gold chain flowers, Maya recalled. Almost all the works I

flowers of the clan. By chance, Ms.

I designed and personally asked to wear the clothes I designed.”

brought me over. She was in charge of the overall design while I was only

flashed with yearning. “If only I could see Ms. Taylor one day.

the clan will send you to the Hushe Republic. By then, you might have a chance

come.” Dakota’s eyes were

been sealed. There were many things that could not be discovered without a trigger. She could only seem to

medical books. Every time she read a little, corresponding memories would appear

over, Olivia only looked up and lowered her head to continue reading her book. She

far? It’s fine if you ask Aunt Maya to make clothes. for you, but don’t you have any respect? Even the Hushe Republic’s Ms. Olivia

not even saying anything. Aren’t you

Olivia Taylor?

slammed the book shut and covered her head. ‘My head hurts!‘

was Olivia? Why was this

her wits and rushed over. “Saintess, what’s wrong?” Olivia stretched out her hand and stopped Charlee from coming over. She shook her head and said, “It’s fine, It’s just a headache. Go pour me a cup of coffee.”

Maya’s nephew

to Olivia and explained in a low voice, “Saintess, my nephew has a bad temper. Don’t lower yourself

hand. She had a terrible headache, and

could not care about anything

moment.

not feeling well. She quickly took Olivia’s measurements and then asked her what style

with her left arm and massaged her temples with her right hand, looking quite under the weather. She

Dakota could not

countryside woman who had never even

How arrogant!

very

also pressed her lips and said with a mocking expression, “Saintess, it’s difficult to imitate the style of the Bosman family. Why don’t you change it?” Olivia massaged her temples and said, “Then make it like Abel Dubois‘ designs.” Hearing this, Dakota laughed even louder. The Saintess was getting more and more ridiculous.

like my design, you can just say