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."

cursing inwardly at him again-designer? More like a lapdog of the Lionhearts, conning

honor of a lifetime that you would visit my humble

by Noel's looks and figure, he knew

celebrity most certainly had backing-whoever it was, it

decided he should only content himself with sealing some business deals with

certainly a good day today, and Urian was

her with a smile. "Ms. York, I heard that you left Dylan

who you're working for these

Urian exclaimed in surprise-why did

but smiled politely. "I'm starting my own entertainment agency

that won't do,

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