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?

eyes scanned the VIP seating area. There, on one end of the runway in the VIP section, sat Edward in

a little thinner than before but healthier than the worst

needed

on the opposite end of the

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

unease passed through

mess with me personally, fine. I could handle that. But if he was targeting Soren or the show

but couldn’t come up with a single

move on.

called. “Hey. Edward’s here. Did you know?”

know he was in

my unease because 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?”

“Okay,”

words settled something in

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on

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

I went up on stage to