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.”

you make

thought that a latecomer like Soren could rival his position

hand high in the air–the same hand that was holding a pair of tailor’s

sharpness

couldn’t free myself. “Let go, Edward!

seem to hear me. Jealousy had consumed him.

Maddison is dead now, Taylor!

stop loving me like that!

kind of narcissistic bullshit was

shit, you’re nuts!”

rang. I turned.

Soren! Should I answer

decide, Edward saw

eyes filled with rage and

could tell he was about to try to grab my phone, so I quickly turned to take it. But his arm was longer than

my phone back!” I

ignored me and answered the call. “Fuck you, Kenway! Stop harassing Taylor! We’re never getting a divorce,