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?”

tell you that 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

flustered retreat,

corner and lingered there, her

deep breaths, she replayed her bold declaration, embarrassment

she muttered, stomping her foot. “I’ve

up Nelson’s masterpieces. With the practiced air of a seasoned

unwelcome voice pierced

what a delightful surprise!” Clyde, decked out in a meticulously chosen ensemble, flashed a smile at Natalie. Catching sight of Brandon, his eyes. briefly flickered with thinly veiled

us with his presence.

a delicate frown, and she quickly stepped into the breach for her husband. “Whether my husband appreciates these art pieces or not,

saw Natalie’s rising ire, “Don’t take offense, Natalie. I merely thought Mr. Nixon’s raw, primal

audacity, barely resisted

clutched Brandon’s hand, ready to extricate themselves from the

retreat, Clyde leaped into their path, his tone dripping with arrogance. “Just a small piece of

you. If he’s in good spirits,

chisel, arched upward, and a glimmer of contempt

time. Cutting off the latter’s prattle mid- sentence,

by the blatant snub, yearned to renew his mockery but was silenced

it was unmistakably clear they shared

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,

earlier grandstanding left a bitter taste in his mouth. Clyde wished he could evaporate, leaving nothing behind but a memory

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