The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 116

+26 BONUS

Edward knew that my specialty was women’s wear. Nearly very award I had won thus far had been for women’s clothing.

The only time I had ever received an award for men’s wear was right before graduation. That design was still locked behind the glass cabinet at the National Academy’s fashion design course.

The only other piece I had made for a man was Edward’s welding tuxedo. It was perfectly crafted, too.

See, it wasn’t that I couldn’t design men’s clothing well. It was just that I had limited time and energy to focus my branding, and I believed women’s clothing was the more rewarding choice.

I didn’t want to respond to him at all.

But somehow, he guessed it correctly anyway. “You’re making a suit for Soren.”

Edward didn’t even phrase it as a question. He was that sure of himself.

1 straightened up from my work and said more firmly, “Get out of here, Edward.”

wrist. “How close are you two?! I’ve never seen you

thought that a latecomer like Soren could

was holding my hand high in the air–the same hand that was holding a pair of

well–known for the sharpness of their tips

myself. “Let go, Edward! I’m holding

didn’t seem to hear me. Jealousy

dead now, Taylor!

than six years! I don’t believe you could just stop loving me like

of narcissistic bullshit

nuts!”

phone rang. I

was Soren! Should I answer it?

I could decide, Edward saw

with

about to try to grab my phone, so I quickly turned to take it. But

my phone back!” I shouted.

you, Kenway! Stop harassing Taylor! We’re never getting a divorce,