Staring up at the person before him, Brendan narrowed his eyes.
It was none other than Coner, the designer whose design was completely identical to Elise’s. If it weren’t for the fact that he saw Elise’s design first, he would have thought that she plagiarized Coner’s. Moreover, it wasn’t simply that Brendan saw Elise’s design first, it was that he trusted Alexander’s judgment and believed her to be the kind of person who would never do such a thing.
It was an inexplicable sort of trust, but it gave him so much unshakeable faith in Elise that when he finally met Coner, he didn’t feel the least bit of goodwill toward the stranger and only asked bluntly, “And who might you be?”
Bolstered by the fact that he did not seem to recognize Coner, Ashlyn hurried to introduce, “This is the designer, Coner, who is also my schoolmate from overseas. Coincidentally, her latest design happens to be a formal style of dress that I quite like. I’m hoping to recommend her to you so that not only may she work here, she can also undertake the entirety of my dress design by herself.”
As Brendan listened, he rhythmically tapped his fingers on the desk, looking back and forth between Ashlyn and Coner. For a long time, he was silent, leaving Ashlyn with no way to guess his state of mind.
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