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

York! It's an honor

Urian was stunned by Noel's looks and figure, he knew

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

content himself with sealing some business deals with Noel. At that point, his

today, and Urian was feeling buoyed

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

you're working

Urian exclaimed in surprise-why did Chet know

politely. "I'm starting my own entertainment agency

but that won't do, Ms.

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