The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 397

After more than ten days of preparation, the fashion show finally began in earnest.

That day, I barely had a moment to sit down and catch my breath. I had several collections lined up: a distinctly Victorian and Edwardian–inspired line, a bridal collection, and a workplace–themed collection.

During a short break, while I was busy directing my models on what to do next, Cherry leaned in and whispered, Tay–Tay? A few of our coworkers said they saw Mr. Kennedy in the VIP section.”

I was smoothing out creases on a model’s dress when I turned, frowning “Which one? Edward?”

“Yeah.”

I froze for a beat. “Ignore him. He’s free to go wherever he wants anyway.”

Soren had come to support me, even with the Brigidlia Festival going on.

But Edward? Why the hell would he show up now–when his family was in the middle of a crisis and he was still dealing with this chronic illness?

Sure, he had attended some shows back when he was the CEO. However, he had no ties to the company anymore. And 1, the current CEO, wasn’t on friendly terms with him at all.

So what the hell was he doing here?

There, on one end of the

looked a little thinner than before but healthier than the worst I’d ever seen him. His illness

needed a wheelchair

another WVIP seat on

almost directly. I was sure they’d already seen one another.

unease passed through

came to mess with me personally, fine. I could handle that. But

stared at Edward a moment longer but couldn’t come up with a

move on.

had just stepped backstage when Soren called.

Cherry told me. I didn’t even know he was in Medhelanon. He hasn’t tried to

be added, “Don’t worry. I’m here. I’ll keep an him and make sure he doesn’t try anything. You just focus on doing your best,

“Okay,”

words settled something

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