What, this ancient wedding dress can’t be made? lody Ashworth is really disappointed.
"Alright, I’ll go and get my asurents taken." lody walked into the inner room.
Serena Sterling stood in place, her bright eyes fell on the fiery red wedding dress. So this was the phoenix coronet and embroidered robe prepared by the ancestors of Westria for the ancestors of Alani. It was indeed beautiful. It was definitely the most beautiful wedding dress Serena had ever seen, bar none. Any woman who looked at it would be moved.
At this mont, soone stood quietly behind Serena, and that was Nate.
Nate watched Serena Sterling look longingly at the fiery red wedding dress. He curved his thin lips.
...
Master Mani returned to his office, took paper and pen to design a wedding dress for lody Ashworth. As he walked through the corridor, soone was already waiting for him ahead.
It was Nate.
Nate, dressed all in black, stood tall and handso in the dim light. His hands were in his pockets, and the expression on his face was unclear. But his deep and restrained aura was chilling.
Master Mani stopped his steps, "Excuse , do you have business here?"
Nate’s deep eyes faintly fell on Master Mani, and he spoke in a low voice, "I want to order that fiery red wedding dress."
Master Mani hesitated for a mont before quickly refusing, "Impossible, we can’t make that fiery red wedding dress..."
Before the words were finished, Nate directly interrupted him, "Get ready, today all the world’s top embroiderers will gather here to rush the production of this fiery red wedding dress. You once couldn’t complete it even with the entire force of the Lace Pavilion. Now I will marshal the entire globe’s resources to make this ancient wedding dress."
Hiss.
Master Mani stiffened, looking at the man before him with shock. He seed to rember that this man was an assistant, yet his tone was so arrogant, claiming to bring together all top embroiderers worldwide to produce the ancient wedding dress?
"Are... are you kidding ?" Master Mani asked stamringly.
Nate curved his thin lips into a shallow arc without answering the question. Instead, he said, "Master Mani, if you still can’t produce this fiery red wedding dress, then the Lace Pavilion is rely a facade. There’s no need to continue. At that ti, you’ll know whether I’m kidding."
"..."
Nate turned around and left directly.
Master Mani broke out in a cold sweat. Shocked and fearful, he watched the man’s departing figure. Who was he, what kind of person was this?
Insane, simply insane, can’t provoke, mustn’t provoke!
...
Master Mani designed lody Ashworth’s wedding dress; Hayden Crawford was also inside with her.
Serena Sterling stood outside, feeling very bored, looking around.
At this mont, a large hand, with well-defined knuckles, suddenly reached out and handed sothing to her.
Serena lowered her eyes for a look—it was actually a... lipstick.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly. She raised her head, and Nate’s deep eyes enlarged infinitely in her view.
Nate ca and even gifted her a lipstick.
Serena accepted the gift. She had received only-love, unique rings, roses, and such, but had never received lipstick.
"Where did this co from?" Serena asked.
Nate looked at her and curved his lips, "Just bought it, it’s for you."
He actually went to buy lipstick.
Serena’s face blushed, turning around to leave, "I don’t want it; give it to soone else."
But after two steps, Nate chased after her from behind, grabbed her slender arm, and pushed her against the wall.
He handed the lipstick to her, "Don’t know what color you like. Try it, let see if it looks good."
"..." This man!
Is he giving her lipstick, or wanting her to put it on for him?
Serena refused again, "I don’t want it!"
Nate’s tall and upright figure cast a shadow over her. Then he directly reached out to open the lipstick, one hand pinching her small face, personally applying the lipstick to her.
Manipulated, Serena imdiately furrowed her delicate brows, calling out his na lowly, "Hayden Crawford!"
Nate is indeed Hayden Crawford!.
The Hayden Crawford currently accompanying lody Ashworth is a fake!
Nate held her tightly, directly pushing her into the dark corner. He curved his lips faintly, and his deep voice overflowed with indulgence, "Recognize now?"
Serena looked at him. Even without that handso face, he still made her heart race.
He’s truly srizing.
Serena’s lips were red and teeth white as she smiled, teasing him, "Mr. Crawford, you really opened my eyes. Without looks or identity, you can still use your wealth to attract won easily. lody Ashworth seems interested in you now."
Nate lowered his eyelids, focused on helping her apply lipstick. His tall and upright body pressed down, trapping her between his chest and the wall. He raised an elegant brow and laughed lowly, "Whether I’ve chard her interests not. I only want to know if I’ve chard you, hm?"
Serena’s face reddened further because last night’s intimate scene with him flashed in her mind.
Wondering if she was overthinking—she just felt he slept with her last night, so today he’s gifting her lipstick.
Hm, n!
"Mr. Crawford, do you want to hear the truth? The truth is no!"
"Heh." Nate released a deep, enticing laugh from his strong chest, "Did lody Ashworth give you a USB drive?"
"..."
He knows about that?
Indeed, everything happening now is under his control, planned by him.
"Yes."
"The Hayden Crawford in the USB drive looks exactly like . Serena, how did you recognize that was not ?"
This...
Serena promptly raised a hand to push him, "I’m not telling you!"
Nate curved his lips, his voice lowered so that only the two of them could hear, "Serena, did you recognize because of my wealth?"
"..."
Indeed... shaless, narcissist!
Serena lifted her head to look at him, "Don’t keep staring at , or I won’t recognize you."
His deep and heated gaze always chased her, impossible to ignore.
Nate’s husky voice mingled with laughter, "I just love watching you act prim outside, while your mind screams—strip off her clothes, strip off her clothes!"
Serena quickly covered his thin lips, glaring at him angrily.
Her face fully blushed, like a tender, blooming red rose. Saying that, how could she face others in the future?
Nate decided to stop teasing her. He put away the lipstick, pleased with his handiwork, "Really beautiful."
He’s a straightforward man, so the first lipstick he bought was a man-killer color.
Serena’s petal-like lips were delicate and pure, well-suited for this charming pink color. Wearing the lipstick made her very alluring, impossible to resist an intimate encounter.
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