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?

the VIP seating area. There, on one end of the runway in the VIP section,

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

hadn’t needed a wheelchair last

WVIP seat on

facing each other almost directly. I was sure they’d already

ripple of unease passed through me.

his intentions. If he came to mess with me personally,

but couldn’t come up with a single solid guess.

move on.

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

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

keep an him and make sure he doesn’t try anything. You just focus

“Okay,”

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show went remarkably well. Fashion leaders from all over the world expressed their admiration and support for

stage to take a