The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 275

Don was caught off guard, but he couldn't help chuckling, "Isn't Marian a designer too? Why not let her take the lead?"

Marian was the granddaughter of the Frost family, and it would be more

meaningful for her to personally take on a project that embodies her grandparents' love and dreams.

Martin just shook his head with a smile, "She's not the right fit."

Don laughed, "Don't want to work her to the bone, huh?"

Martin just chuckled and shook his head again, not going into detail.

He was a lot like Brandon in that sense.

Every time Don looked at those two, he felt like grabbing an iron bar to pry open their tight-lipped mouths. He wondered what kind of karma he had to end up with friends like these, each as tight-lipped as the next.

"What's really going on between you and Brandon? If she's not suitable, why can't you just spit it out? Every time Yolanda comes up, you all clam up like your lips are sealed."

Don was straightforward and can't hold his tongue. He just let it all out in a stream of consciousness.

Martin had no choice but to face him.

"Marian's design style is too out there, a bit too edgy for most people. My grandparents are more traditional and conservative. They can't wrap their heads around it."

He put it gently, not wanting to bad-mouth Marian's skills in front of Don.

Art was subjective, after all.

At first, he really wanted Marian to handle it, considering she was a grad from a prestigious school.

But after some back and forth, Martin had to admit, Marian wasn't up for it.

Her designs were modern and avant-garde, which to those with high emotional intelligence meant unique and innovative with a sophisticated aesthetic. But to the less charitable, it was a mishmash of bizarre, outlandish ideas.

Her grandpa, Louis, treated her like the real Yolanda, doting on her. Even though he didn't like her work, he would reluctantly support her, while secretly it pained him.

wife had loved each other a lifetime, and this Romanesque garden project was his wife's longstanding

much deliberation, Martin decided to try the Zenithan-style resort designer Patricia had

her designs, which were more steady and culturally rich, more in line with what his grandparents wanted. That's why he took special time today

immediately. Martin was being considerate of Marian's feelings and didn't want

a while, and her designs were indeed unconventional and dark, which might be more palatable to the younger crowd but not to the average

was pretty stubborn about her

and all

Marian's world, there was no

client didn't like it, it was their taste that was

with her and understood Martin's

I bring the designer over, and you guys can chat?" Don offered. Martin nodded,

seat for

Martin a glass of water, then

her own office and barely settled

"Sophia, there's a new

Sophia nodded, "Alright."

grabbed her pen and notebook from the desk and got ready to follow

by Sophia's door, had overheard the entire exchange. As Sophia emerged, Marian quickly picked up her pen and paper, stood up, and said to Don, "Mr. Dempsey, I

hand up to stop

"Customer needs are varied, and everyone interprets them differently. An extra

follow but

stray off course," Don stopped her again, all smiles like the nice guy he is, "If you're

He hinted gently.

and was sent to study abroad in Ephemora during

and so was her aesthetic. Maybe because she'd never worked before and had always been the apple of her family's eye,

her thought she was genuine, while others found her unruly. Don was also a bit troubled by her way of doing things. Between the filter of childhood and

Marian was unruly, after being stopped twice, she

miss the chance to complain to him, "Mr. Dempsey, I did graduate from a top university, you know. Give me some real work to do, or else coming here just feels like showing up for a

was a classic example of someone who couldn't stand her, overheard her complaint and couldn't help but smirk at her, "Oh, come off it. Like you haven't had enough work? Every time you just end up ticking off

her eyes at him, "Augus, do you have a problem with me? Is it my fault? I've made all the changes they asked for and they're still not happy. Clearly,

retorted, "As quirky as they may

to start bickering, Don stepped in, "Alright, get back to