Chapter 367
With a glowing smile, Vivi took the card.
“That sounds wonderful.”
She then shot a provocative look towards Sadie, as if to highlight her own success.
Struggling to stay composed, Sadie felt the weight of the evening’s events. The banquet continued, though undercurrents of tension simmered beneath the surface.
“Sandra, it’s been a while,” a sleazy voice whispered in Sadie’s ear.
Sadie turned to find a middle-aged man leering at her.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t recall knowing you,” she responded coldly.
“Oh, come on, don’t be so cold. I’m the owner of Westvale Group, and I’m very interested in your designs,” the man said, reaching out to touch her hand. Sadie swiftly pulled away, her expression darkening.
“Please, keep your hands to yourself.”
The man scoffed.
“Oh? A bit temperamental, aren’t we? Do you know who I am? Cross me, and your career is over.”
“Is that so?” a calm voice interjected.
Noah had quietly approached, his icy stare chilling the man.
“Mr. Wall…” The man’s face drained of color.
“Leave,” Noah stated flatly.noveldrama
The man scurried away in a panic.
Noah turned to Sadie, his tone softening.
“Are you alright?”
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Sadie nodded, then thanked him.
“Yes, thank you.”
Noah’s gaze then turned towards Vivi, who was observing from a short distance, his expression inscrutable.
As the banquet wound down and guests started leaving, Vivi sidled up to Sadie, a cold smirk on her face.
“Sandra, we’ll see who comes out on top.”
Sadie faced her without flinching.
“Anytime.”
As the banquet hall emptied, Sadie declined Alex’s offer for a ride and stood alone by the hotel entrance.
Her phone buzzed with several unread messages—offers from prestigious jewelry brands eager to collaborate.
The successful debut of her “Dewy Hibiscus” collection had opened up unprecedented opportunities.
The following day, Sadie was immersed in back-to-back business meetings.
“Miss Hudson, we find your design philosophy quite exceptional,” a representative from Lusso Jewelry, a sophisticated Montrevian woman, complimented. “However, we would like some adjustments to the ‘Dewy Hibiscus’ collection to better fit our market and appeal to mainstream preferences.”
Sadie’s brow furrowed.
“Adjustments? Could you specify what changes you’re considering?”
“For example, you could simplify some of the complex details and add more commercial elements,” the Montrevian woman replied with a smile. “There has to be balance between art and commerce, wouldn’t you agree?”
Sadie’s fingers tightened on the draft. Further revision of the design meant compromising her original artistic vision.
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