Chapter 17

At the Ethan Mansion

Mr. Parker sighed, massaging his temples as he stared at his best friend, Ethan, who lounged like an emperor on the plush sofa. Why did he always have to endure this torment from the devil himself?

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The room was tense, filled with trembling designers clutching expensive suits. Their pleading eyes often darted toward Mr. Parker, silently begging for salvation. He could only shake his head helplessly. If they thought their situation was bad, his was far worse.

Just hours earlier, he’d been in the middle of an important business meeting when the devil called.

“Come home.”

That was all Ethan said before abruptly hanging up..

Without question, Mr. Parker had halted the entire meeting and rushed to the Ethan mansion, thinking it must be something critical. Instead, he found a moody Ethan surrounded by stressed designers.

“Ethan,” Mr. Parker groaned after what felt like an eternity of waiting, “we’ve been sitting here for three hours, and you haven’t liked a single suit.”

“These are all terrible,” Ethan replied, his voice cold and decisive.

Mr. Parker glanced at the pile of rejected suits, all designed by top–tier professionals whose work was considered fashion gold. But here, under Ethan’s ruthless scrutiny, they were deemed garbage.

“What about this blue one?” he tried, pointing at a neatly tailored option.

“No.”

“This gray one?”

“No.”

“This blue one looks great; the color would suit you.”

it a

of his nose, his patience wearing thin. “Ethan, it’s just a business party. You’re not meeting a royal delegation! Pick a suit, any suit!”

as he muttered, “I’m going to meet my wife.”

room fell into

servants stopped in their tracks, their

daze. They all quickly resumed their tasks as though nothing had happened, silently offering prayers for

this devil’s heart.

laugh, tried to keep the peace. “Ethan, you

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Do you think I want her

that you were gay! She assumed it on her own! And

course, he wouldn’t dare voice these thoughts aloud. Instead, he plastered on a patient

had been his lifelong employers, and he had witnessed their legacy grow stronger with each generation.

core, he tolerated no flaws, and his mysophobia kept most people at arm’s length. The few exceptions were his younger sister, Ivy–a celebrated chef–his parents, and his best friend, Mr.

of irritation marred his handsome face as he picked up a sleek black suit with a red tie. His voice, deep

to offer?” he asked, his disdain evident. “Who even gave you the title of ‘designer‘? Would you wear these yourself? This is unacceptable–absolutely dreadful. You should consider changing careers because clearly,

the scathing critique, but none dared to speak. Mr. Parker buried his face in his hands, wondering if he’d ever escape

reduced to “trash” in Ethan’s icy judgment. Their eyes

in silent sympathy. I can’t save you; I’m barely surviving myself, he thought. But then, like

out his phone, Mr. Parker dialed Mia.

he began, keeping his voice low, “what color is her dress for

puzzled by the odd question

spread across Mr. Parkerface.

She recalled Lily showing her a picture of the dress—a stunning red creation. But why would the boss ask about it? Shrugging, she decided it

suit with a red tie. “Ethan,” he said casually, “I think this one is perfect for you. I heard she’s also wearing

Mr. Parker, inspecting it thoughtfully. The hint of approval in his expression was

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