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?”

Mandy glared at him. “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 by relying on my own abilities! You’ll see. I’ll prove it to you!” Without waiting for his

her flustered retreat,

and lingered there,

breaths, she replayed her bold

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

practiced air of a seasoned designer, she dissected the intricate

Natalie’s enthusiasm soared, an unwelcome

a smile at Natalie. Catching sight of Brandon, his eyes. briefly flickered with thinly veiled disdain. His heart had not prepared for the

“Ah, Mr. Larson graces us with his presence. Does

knitted into a delicate frown, and she quickly stepped into the breach for her husband. “Whether my husband appreciates these art pieces or not, surely, Mr. Lambert, is none of your

a placating smile, swiftly 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 businessman.

rendered speechless by Clyde’s audacity, barely resisted rolling her

hand, ready to extricate themselves from

of information, Miss White. I’ve had the pleasure of Mr. Nixon’s company thrice and maintain a cordial

you. If he’s in good spirits, he might even

artist’s chisel, arched upward, and

latter’s prattle mid- sentence, he guided Natalie

but was silenced

clear

baffling bond between Nelson and a man like Brandon, whose understanding of design was as limited as a fish’s understanding of flight, was something Clyde couldn’t wrap his head around. He

Clyde wished he could evaporate, leaving nothing behind but a

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