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?

end of the runway in the VIP

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

needed a wheelchair last

was seated in another WVIP seat on the opposite end

I was sure they’d already seen

of unease

here? I didn’t trust his intentions. If he came to mess with me personally,

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

move on.

stepped backstage when Soren called. “Hey. Edward’s

I didn’t even know he was in Medhelanon. He hasn’t

worry. I’m here. I’ll keep an him and make sure he doesn’t try

“Okay,”

words settled something

eye o

on

Fashion leaders from all over the world expressed their admiration and support for our brand.

wrapped, I went up on stage to take