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 just want to tell you that I’m not the despicable and incompetent person you think I am. I aim to beat Natalie, but only

her flustered

corner and lingered

bold declaration, embarrassment threatening

stomping her foot. “I’ve ruined any chance I had

a seasoned designer, she

enthusiasm soared, an unwelcome voice pierced her

Catching sight of Brandon, his eyes. briefly flickered with thinly veiled disdain. His heart had not prepared for the revelation that Natalie’s companion would be Brandon, and he wondered if the latter had the

us with his presence. Does he find

frown, and she quickly stepped into the breach for 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

by Clyde’s audacity, barely resisted rolling her

to extricate themselves

began 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 thrice

spirits, he might even provide some

chisel, arched upward, and a glimmer of contempt

prattle mid- sentence,

snub, yearned to renew his mockery but was silenced as he watched Brandon

clear they shared a close and

limited as a fish’s understanding of flight, was something Clyde couldn’t wrap his head around. He had poured so

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

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