Chapter 320
“Maxton, what brings you to loiter in the second-floor hallway?” Willa inquired with genuine puzzlement.
Then her gaze discovered Noelle, Farrell, and Ansell positioned nearby. Maxton’s expression lit with smug satisfaction. He was here to observe their thoroughly defeated adversaries.
Previously, Noelle had stolen their boy band from beneath their noses, and at today’s design event, she had completely eclipsed Eric’s performance. The Moss family had endured a relentless series of devastating setbacks.
But this moment marked their redemption—they had finally secured Wallace’s agreement, achieving a rare triumph over both Noelle and Royal Wind Entertainment. Maxton basked in exceptionally elevated spirits.
Addressing Wallace directly, Maxton spoke with unwavering certainty. “Mr. Dixon, shall we proceed to finalize the contract immediately?”
Wallace experienced a moment of hesitation. He harbored no genuine desire to align himself with Moss Entertainment, but Willa had given her solemn promise to create the gown his wife had yearned for throughout her remaining days. For the precious opportunity to see his beloved wear her dream gown before death claimed her, Wallace would accept any terms imaginable.
His eyes trembled with overwhelming emotion, tears gathering like morning dew. “Very well. We’ll execute the contract today. But please, Miss Willa Moss, complete that gown with utmost urgency. My wife…” Time was slipping away from her grasp.
T𝘩e 𝖻e𝗌𝘁 𝗿e𝘃іew𝗌 𝗈ո 𝘨𝘢𝗅ոo𝘃𝖾𝘭𝗌.𝘤𝘰m
Willa’s lips formed a petulant pout, her thoughts turning bitter—how thoroughly unlucky to sell such an exquisite gown to someone dancing so close to death’s door, even though the design had been brazenly stolen from Noelle’s original work.
Maxton, desperate to prevent any potential complications, began guiding Wallace toward the exit. “Mr. Dixon, we should execute that contract without further delay.”
The moment those words left his lips, Noelle approached with leisurely confidence, a faint, mocking smile gracing her features like a predator that had spotted easy prey.
A playful glint danced in Noelle’s eyes as she moved in to help steady Wallace, whose steps betrayed his struggle. “Mr. Dixon, isn’t your wife partial to Girood’s gown called ‘Ephemeral Bloom’?” she asked, her voice gentle.
Caught off guard, Wallace stopped short, nodding after a second. “That’s right. My wife adores that gown, but it’s only meant for the showroom. She’s wished for it for years, but it’s never been for sale.”
Just behind them, Maxton’s face twisted into a scowl at the sight of Noelle’s gesture. “Noelle, what are you trying to do now?” he retorted, his tone cold.
He could hardly believe she was still so eager to challenge him. Surely, she didn’t think she could block Moss Entertainment’s deal with Wallace. The thought alone was laughable. Against him, she was fighting a losing battle.
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