Serena pressed her lips together.

So, was this Hugh's way of letting more people come to know her mother's name?

Art and design often crossed paths, so collaborations between the two industries were common. And this gesture-it was Hugh's way of showing he cared.

"Alright," she said softly. "I'll follow his arrangements."

"Please follow me," Holly said warmly, leading her inside.

Outside, one of the associates was still holding the black card, speaking quietly with the assistant manager.

"A black card even covers limited editions for free?"

"Of course not!" The assistant manager scoffed. "Not even royalty gets limited editions for free. That was Mr. Hugh. He called just now to cover the cost.

"It's between husband and wife, so don't go blabbing. Mr. Hugh isn't someone you want to cross."

While he was at it, the assistant manager gave the whole staff a stern warning to keep this under wraps.

Cole, who was waiting near the entrance with Sarah, caught snippets of the conversation.

bad that affection only went so

to build a future with

time to head back to the office for a quick meeting. By the

gown with elegant embroidery. A

striking. With her delicate jaw occasionally tucked into the fur collar, the sharpness she

Serena was starving.

collectors, there wasn't much to eat. There were hardly any

Then, she looked around.

sign of the person who insisted she attend. Where on earth

slightly. Standing here

long after, the crowd

rising star. He

speech was excellent too. Sure, Nebula Design's success was due to Mr. Hugh, but it's clear Mr. Cole's stepping up. When the time comes, he'll take over

Serena arched an eyebrow.

With Hugh not present to speak at the launch, people had mistaken Cole as the heir apparent and were

going to be another

her juice just

emerged from Cole's side, strutting toward her

makeup, a champagne

Serena's juice

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