Chapter 580

Over the last three years, Cordy had never felt this way.

But Lucas was already gone, and the frustration of not being able to vent made her even more miserable.

Maron entered the lounge just then, and asked her, ""What's wrong? You look like you're in a bad mood."

He sounded like she was in a very good mood—he certainly would be, since the fashion show was a total success.

"It's nothing. Just feeling a little hungry," Cordy smiled faintly—she would never vent her emotions on those unconcerned.

"Sorry I've kept you waiting. Come, let's go eat."

Maron picked up the bag and smartphone he left in the lounge without delay, and stepped out of the venue with Cordy.

Suddenly, he remembered something. "By the way, a friend will be joining us. You won't mind, will you?"

"No, I don't." Cordy smiled.

Maron liked making friends, having made many across the world. He was a little different from other successful fashion designers who were more aloof, but this may also be a reason he was