Chapter 796

Even if she truly detested Natalie, she’d compete honorably through her designs, not with underhanded tactics.

Momentarily entranced by her resolve, Draco soon regained his composure, regarded Mandy calmly, ands replied fiatly, “You’ve misunderstood, Miss Hamilton. Your character is none of my concern.”

Tears brimming, Mandy’s voice quivered. “What do you mean it’s not your concern? Am I that insignificant to you, Draco?”

Unmoved by her distress, Draco remained poised, his tone polite but distant.

“Miss Hamilton, we have no real connection. At most, we’re merely peers in the design industry.”

His words shattered Mandy’s heart, the pain so suffocating that she struggled to breathe.

Biting her lip, Mandy’s eyes reddened. Her tears threatened to spill.

Knowing Draco already harbored a strong dislike for her, she didn’t want to prolong the scene by crying in front of the man she admired. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to walk away either.

She didn’t want Draco to misunderstand her, despite her disheveled state.

And so, they stood in a silent standoff near the restroom door, neither one yielding.

At last, Draco’s heart softened, and he sighed. “Miss Hamilton, how long do you plan to stand here blocking my path?”

I’m not the despicable and incompetent person you think I am. I aim to beat Natalie, but only by relying on my own abilities! You’ll see. I’ll prove it to you!” Without waiting for

flustered

secluded corner and lingered

her bold declaration, embarrassment threatening

I an idiot?” she muttered, stomping her foot. “I’ve ruined any chance

made up Nelson’s masterpieces. With the practiced air of a seasoned designer, she dissected the intricate details and design principles of each

unwelcome voice pierced

flickered with thinly veiled disdain. His heart had

graces us with his presence. Does he

her husband. “Whether my husband appreciates these art pieces or not, surely, Mr. Lambert, is

apologizing when he saw Natalie’s rising ire, “Don’t take offense, Natalie. I merely thought Mr. Nixon’s raw, primal style might not sit well with a hard-nosed

rendered speechless by Clyde’s audacity,

Brandon’s hand, ready to

retreat, Clyde leaped into their path, his tone dripping with arrogance. “Just a small piece of information, Miss White. I’ve had the pleasure of Mr. Nixon’s company

he’s in good spirits, he might even provide some insight

as an artist’s chisel, arched upward, and a glimmer

unworthy of his time. Cutting off the latter’s prattle mid- sentence, he guided Natalie toward Nelson,

was silenced as he watched Brandon warmly greet Nelson while still holding Natalie’s

it was unmistakably clear they shared a close and

design was as limited as a fish’s understanding of flight, was something Clyde couldn’t wrap his head around. He had poured so much effort into currying favor with Nelson, and yet, Brandon had

in his mouth. Clyde wished he could evaporate, leaving nothing behind but a memory

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