Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 89

"Thank you for your trust, Miss Isabel. Do you have any specific preferences when it comes to jewelry styles?" Effie opened her sketchbook with practiced ease, ready to take notes.

Isabel's gaze lingered on Effie's face for a moment, then she smiled, her tone tinged with arrogance. "Designer Bagnold, I assume you're a professional? After all, I'm a public figure—I can't just have any amateur working for me. I need someone with real expertise."

Effie hesitated for an instant, catching the edge in Isabel's voice.

"Miss Isabel, rest assured, I'll design jewelry that perfectly matches your taste and personality. If you're not satisfied, you're always welcome to choose someone else."

Effie's reply was calm and poised, not a hint of nervousness in her demeanor.

A flicker of intrigue flashed in Isabel's eyes. "Actually, my requirements are simple, Designer Bagnold-what I want is something unique, something unforgettable. Next month's awards gala is a big deal for me. I need to be the center of attention."

Effie nodded, earnest and focused. "Understood. I'll highlight your personal charm in the design and incorporate distinctive elements to ensure the piece is both elegant and striking."

Isabel smiled, her words carrying a hidden meaning. "I trust you—after all, I think we see things the same way."

Isabel's remark, she might as well have slept through the last twenty-odd years of her

sought her out on purpose. Effie kept her cool, responding lightly, "I think everyone appreciates beautiful

more Isabel seemed to

everyone would see whether Effie actually

through connections, what right did she have to stick around? And if this woman ended up embarrassing Lyman, why would he ever keep her by

you can deliver something truly stunning, Designer Bagnold," Isabel

first draft in three days." Effie's manner

hear from you." Isabel's voice was cool as she got up. "And one more thing, Designer Bagnold-just a word of advice. Don't waste your time

replied evenly. "What's yours will be yours. If it isn't meant to be, there's no point

a huff, her frustration

let out a quiet sigh-Isabel really hadn't wasted any

Isabel was clearly not someone to take lightly,

since Lyman hadn't said anything, Effie decided to play

Effie's phone buzzed-it was