Although Frank tried to get the men's attention, they were still transfixed on Noel and ignored Frank's voice.

Having no choice, Frank barked so loud that the golden lion on the desk shook. "Gentlemen!"

"Huh? What?!"

The two men finally came to their senses, and Frank looked between them. "This is Longham Garments, correct? Who's the owner?"

Urian promptly raised a hand and smiled. "That's me I'm the owner. Just call me Mr. Reno."

Frank then turned toward Chet. "And you are...?"

Chet cleared his throat. "Oh, right. I'm... ahem. I'm Chet Jonas... A fashion designer, I guess."

again-designer? More like a lapdog of the Lionhearts,

York! It's an honor of a lifetime that you would visit my humble

looks and

it was, it was someone

fantasizing about her, Urian decided he should only content himself with sealing some business deals with Noel. At that point, his factory would

a good day today, and Urian was

could speak, Chet strode up, stopping her with a smile. "Ms. York, I heard that you left Dylan Hood before

who you're working for these

Urian exclaimed in surprise-why did Chet know

aback too but smiled politely. "I'm starting my own entertainment agency without

but that won't do, Ms.

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