The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 157

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I was pretty sure Soleil wasn’t asleep. She had to be quietly listening in, waiting for tea…

Silence enveloped Soren and me, thick with awkwardness. The air felt stifling, and I grew uncomfortably hot.

Was it nervousness, or was the wine finally catching up with me? I tried to suffer through it quietly, but my back was beginning to sweat.

“Um, is the AC working? I’m feeling a little stuffy…”

Soren’s driver was a young man with tanned skin and a muscular build. He looked like a soldier doubling as Soren’s bodyguard.

He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, obviously stunned. “It’s 22°C, Miss Jones.”

Shit. That was supposed to be the optimum temperature!

Before I could respond, Soren added, “Turn the temperature down a little, please.”

“Alright.”

Soleil might feel cold,” I

and smirked faintly. “Your acting’s not too

just get on with your chit–chat. Right now, I

knew it! She was faking it!

brief exchange had broken

seized the opportunity to start a new topic. “Do you have

turned to look

darted across his face, illuminating him at different angles in seconds. The shifting shadows, the

smiled. “Do you?”

my role. After the lecturer added me to the Instagram group

fashion show, obviously. The academy chooses the model, while we provide the clothes. I’m to provide two sets,” I replied.

walk in the park for you, I imagine,”

But honestly, I’d gladly offer ten different outfits in exchange for not having to perform on stage!”

a critically acclaimed fashion designer specializing in bespoke clothing. This

modeling behind you,

I can’t. I look pretty… and that’s