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."

Urian cursing inwardly at him again-designer? More like a lapdog

an honor of a lifetime that you

by Noel's looks and

well-billed star celebrity most certainly had backing-whoever it was, it was someone he could not afford

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

today, and

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

you're working for

Urian exclaimed in surprise-why did Chet

politely. "I'm starting my own entertainment agency without relying on

that won't do,

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