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."

him again-designer? More like a lapdog of

Noel. "Welcome, Ms. York! It's an honor of a lifetime that you

by Noel's looks and figure, he knew

star celebrity most certainly had backing-whoever it was,

he should only content himself with sealing some business deals with Noel. At that point, his factory

a good day today,

I heard that you left Dylan Hood

you're working for

Urian exclaimed in surprise-why

aback too but smiled politely. "I'm starting my

won't do,

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