Chapter 175
Chapter 175:
Ryan’s voice? Jenessa stared at the screen in disbelief—it was indeed the number she recognized.
She had not expected Ryan himself to call, endeavoring to secure Sloane’s services to design a dress for Maisie.
In that moment, Jenessa felt tumultuous emotions: bitterness, disappointment… Her feelings swelled within her, heavy and unyielding.
Then, her phone vibrated once more.
A new friend request surfaced on her screen. It was unmistakably from Ryan.
Overwhelmed by irritation, Jenessa initially dismissed it.
Yet another request followed swiftly, this one accompanied by a note: “Ryan Haynes, WorldLink’s CEO p>
Faced with his tenacity, Jenessa reluctantly accepted.
Otherwise, tales of Sloane’s standoffish refusal might dominate the headlines once again.
Ryan’s message came through the phone, cold and direct: “Ms. Todd, why did you end the call abruptly without uttering a word p>
Jenessa coughed, an awkward attempt to mask her discomfort, thankful that he couldn’t witness her discomposure.
“The signal was poor just now. I didn’t realize it was you. My apologies,” she explained hastily.
Ryan appeared to accept her explanation and shifted the conversation promptly.
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“Please, set your price. What would it take for you to collaborate with us p>
It seemed it was Ryan’s first experience of being so insistent on partnering with a personal designer.
Struggling to hold back her sarcasm, Jenessa prepared a sharp retort.
“Mr. Haynes, you’ve put forth considerable effort for Ms. Powell. The rumors must be true then. Is she indeed your future wife?” Jenessa asked, her tone tinged with a blend of curiosity and caution.
The line went silent, and as the seconds ticked by, Jenessa’s anxiety mounted.
She nearly regretted her bold inquiry.
“Why does it concern you? Is it any of your business?” His sharp retort stung Jenessa, igniting her frustration.
Taking a deep breath, Jenessa began typing furiously.
“Why wouldn’t it concern me? I’m your p>
She paused, her fingers hovering over the send button.
Realization dawned on her. Was she truly about to reveal herself? That Sloane was indeed her?
If this slipped out, wouldn’t it just fuel ridicule?
As supposed wife, to be commissioned by her own husband to design a dress for his lover?
No, she wouldn’t be Ryan’s wife for much longer, she kept comforting herself.
At that moment, Ryan’s demeanor turned grave.
He had been testing Sloane from the start. Noticing her prolonged silence, he sent another message.
“Why don’t we meet and discuss the terms of our collaboration p>