A lightbulb went off in Frederick's head. "Ah, I see! You're not just asking me to look for an appreciation of the models, but a critique of the fashion itself!"Ivy's arched eyebrow shot up in disbelief. Was he thinking of critiquing the models' appearance? In his wildest dreams!"Cut to the chase, let's hear your thoughts on the fashion."The models exchanged a look of silent exasperation. Used to admiring glances and compliments, they shifted uncomfortably under Frederick's extended scrutiny.After a tense pause, Frederick finally asked with a smile, "May I ask who designed these garments?"Ivy was momentarily thrown off guard and gritted out, "Our in-house designer, of course. These are pre-launch samples, under consideration for mass production."Frederick shook his head helplessly and said, "The designer behind these models needs a serious course correction. If these go into production as-is, they'll be a financial loss to the company. Cut your losses and find a new design
Frederick's words struck a chord with everyone in the room.Even Olivia, who was fashionably clueless, recognized the validity of his point. The clothes were undeniably Dawnward-centric. The models themselves couldn't help but steal surprised glances at Frederick, impressed by the keen eye of this unassuming man.A sliver of doubt wormed its way into Ivy's steely resolve. Perhaps there was more to Frederick than his initial appearance suggested.After all, he'd demonstrably conquered the unexpected fashion assessment she'd thrown his way. To dismiss him now would be illogical.Ivy said with a grudging sigh, "You passed the interview. Welcome aboard. You may start tomorrow."A spark of hope ignited in Frederick's eyes. It was a new beginning for me. However, Ivy wasn't ready to let him off scot-free. While the fashion project remained on hold, she'd assign him a regular role, allowing him to polish his social etiquette.There was also the matter of a certain water cup incident
"Even you, Ms. Mallin, probably didn't have the ability to earn a living back in high school," Frederick said.Ivy frowned at his remark, but she had to concede that Olivia's work experience did demonstrate a hardworking and resilient young woman. Initially, Ivy had worried that someone as young as Olivia might struggle under pressure, but it seemed she was worth a second look.Frederick continued smoothly, "A hardworking young woman like her deserves a chance, wouldn't you say? Moreover, her qualifications fit the bill, and I'll personally mentor her once she's on board. If she makes any mistakes, you can deduct my salary instead."Olivia's eyes widened at Frederick's unexpected support.Why was this stranger advocating so strongly for her?Ivy seemed perplexed as well. "Is she your girlfriend?"Olivia flushed crimson and shook her head vigorously.Frederick also shook his head like a rattle. "I have a wife, and she's beautiful. She's a CEO!"Ivy arched an eyebrow as she found
Exiting the company building, Olivia hurried to catch up with Frederick.Her face was slightly flushed. "Mr. York, thank you so very much for your help today."Frederick replied with a playful joke, "Don't mention it. If you really want to show your gratitude, just buy me dinner after your first paycheck."Olivia was briefly taken aback, then the realization hit her. Landing this job was entirely due to Frederick's intervention and treating him to a meal seemed like the least she could do.Still, she hesitated, imagining the cost of a decent dinner—likely 200 or 300 dollars.In a near whisper, she inquired, "Could we have the kebab at the place downstairs from my apartment?"Her voice was barely audible. Frederick had done so much for her, and all she could offer was a kebab. Would he think she was stingy?Frederick was surprised; he'd never encountered such a frugal person. But his dinner invitation had been a jest, so he chuckled and said, "Absolutely, I love kebabs."Heari
Grace struggled to accept her dramatic fall from her high horse.She had been dreaming of reclaiming her former prestige, but she lacked the talent to do so alone. She knew her only hope was to rely on her beautiful and capable cousin, Priscilla.Grace had waited two months for an opportunity, and then the company's plan to launch a fashion business emerged. Recognizing a golden opportunity, she had Priscilla design two outfits to gauge the market's potential.Grace had been eagerly anticipating the fashion line's launch, hoping Priscilla's success would also elevate her standing. However, today's events had been a catastrophe, all thanks to a new interviewee.Shirley merely offered a disdainful smile before turning to leave.Priscilla was frozen in place as she was feeling utterly dejected. She had toiled away late into the night for a week, pouring her heart into the designs and employing all the high-end fashion principles she had learned at university. Now, why were they
Frederick returned to Hilltop Mansion and saw that Jacob and Tyger were able to move around.While Jacob's eyes and Tyger's teeth would be permanent reminders of the fight, their other injuries would heal up with some rest. As Frederick entered Hilltop Mansion, Scarlett greeted him with her usual brand of teasing. "Fresh off the honeymoon and already visiting the attic, huh? What brings you back so soon? Did your wife chase you out, or are you seeking a little extramarital thrill?"Scarlett approached Frederick with feline grace, her luscious red lips exhaling a fragrant breath into his ear.The intoxicating scent made Frederick's throat tighten. It truly was like the breath of an orchid!He quickly stepped back, putting distance between himself and Scarlett. He was a married man now, and being tempted by Scarlett was a dangerous game."I'm just here to get some clothes."Scarlett shot him a pointed look. "What? You're not coming back? Just going to leave me here?"Frederick c
A troubled expression formed on Frederick's face as he stammered, "The company is currently being managed by my, uh, sweetheart. She doesn't know it's mine yet, and I don't want her to find out just yet. I'm afraid it might upset her."Sylvester found Frederick's explanation quite amusing. It seemed things were progressing well between them, and Frederick appeared to be somewhat under his wife's thumb, which Sylvester considered a good thing.If Anya could keep him in line, Frederick wouldn't turn out like Ambrose, who had been wild and unruly since childhood.Sylvester replied with a cheerful tone, "Alright, give me the name and number for the bank account, and I'll have Anya transfer the money."Frederick quickly asked Scarlett for her bank account details, which she promptly provided. Sylvester heard a woman's voice in the background. It was so alluring that he assumed she must be quite beautiful. Since Frederick was requesting two million dollars to be sent to her, Sylvester
Upon arriving home, Frederick noticed Fiona perched on the couch.Despite the TV being on, she kept glancing up toward the second floor.This struck Frederick as odd.Noticing his entrance, Fiona smirked and remarked, "Oh, you're toast!"Frederick was baffled. Why would he be toasted?Enjoying his bewilderment, Fiona elaborated, "Anya's in a foul mood. You were bragging about landing a job today, but knowing you, you probably came up empty-handed. Brace yourself, she's about to unleash her fury."Frederick raised an eyebrow. Frederick's brow furrowed, stung by Fiona's lack of faith. Fiona hadn't witnessed his impressive interview earlier!Just then, Anya descended the stairs.As Fiona had predicted, her face was set in a stern expression, clearly indicating a sour mood. Frederick was perplexed.Why was Anya so upset? Frederick quickly inquired, "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"Anya's face was devoid of warmth as she asked, "Did you find a job?"Frederick could detect an added