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The fashion show officially ended, and the reception naturally followed in the exhibition hall where the runway was located.

Evelyn Clayton changed into an evening gown and appeared, instantly drawing the attention of almost all the guests at the reception.

Rhys Jacobs followed by her side, diligently filtering those who approached to start a conversation.

Those deed unnecessary to cooperate with were politely declined, with Rhys handing over a business card; those potentially worth cooperating with exchanged a few words before Rhys tactfully stepped in to excuse Evelyn.

After making a circuit of the venue, Evelyn finally joined Violet Ford and Yara Reagan.

The dia, noticing, quickly gathered around.

Unlike last ti, Evelyn actually hoped the dia would ask more questions.

And the dia, invited by Violet, didn’t disappoint, asking all about the founding of Gem.

dia: "Director Clayton, are you planning to create a high-luxury brand?"

Evelyn smiled: "Oh no, no, high-luxury brands are still few dostically, and as a newcor, I naturally wouldn’t claim such a thing. But since we are in it, we aim to make Gem better and better."

"So, Director Clayton, what will Gem be launching next?"

Evelyn smiled gently, "That’s a secret for now. But with autumn and winter approaching, and just after Gem’s establishnt, we’ll definitely launch our first batch of autumn and winter wear from Gem, so please look forward to it."

After the interview, more people ca to chat, all subtly turned away by Violet.

*

The sky grew dark.

Outside the venue, Jas Grant soon received a call from Quentin Hale, saying Evelyn Clayton’s side was nearing its conclusion.

Jas stubbed out his cigarette and glanced at Sumr Monroe’s car nearby, then turned around and drove away without a word.

Sumr sat in her car, watching as the Maybach drove off, furious.

Jas Grant had actually tailed her the whole day!!

Sumr was seething with anger with nowhere to vent it.

Today Evelyn Clayton managed to pull off the show so effortlessly...

Sumr glanced over and saw Soren Foster beside her, imdiately redirecting her fury.

"Are you a pig?!" Sumr cursed angrily, "Jas Grant was following us, and you didn’t even notice?"

Soren was almost numb, his voice slightly deep, "Sumr, I don’t have three heads and six arms, I can’t handle everything."

Sumr was too annoyed to listen to anything Soren was saying, venting her anger regardless: "What’s the use of you? You might as well just die!"

Her sharp words pierced Soren’s heart like a dagger, the mockery in his eyes growing heavier.

Sotis, he felt confused.

Why did he insist on this?

After cursing for a while, Sumr finally felt slightly relieved.

She exhaled heavily, speaking each word with clenched teeth, "Fine, let’s leave it for now, give her so leeway! Anyway, Gem is just starting, there will be plenty of opportunities!"

With that, Sumr instructed the driver to drive away.

Seeing Soren looking out the window in a daze, Sumr’s eyes shifted slightly.

Having been with Soren for a long ti, she naturally knew his almost pathological affection for her.

She couldn’t treat him too harshly; otherwise, it would be hard to manage if he turned against her later...

With this in mind, Sumr resorted to her usual tactic of giving a sweet treat after a slap.

"What, are you mad after just a few words?" Sumr raised an eyebrow, her fingernail painted bright red lightly caressing Soren’s cheek.

Seeing the tips of Soren’s ears turn slightly red, Sumr sneered inwardly.

Indeed, n are all alike.

"Now, I’m working so hard, isn’t it all to take control of The Ford Family, so we can be together openly?" Sumr leaned into his arms seductively, "Otherwise, just receiving a bit of dividend shares, what’s the point?"

Soren lowered his eyes, looking at that beautiful and enchanting face, unable to stop his heart from racing.

He was irresistibly drawn to kiss those lips, the passionate breath entangling him, making Soren unable to stop.

"Xiao Yu... do you love or not?"

During the kisses, Sumr opened her eyes slightly, seeing Soren’s captivated expression, with a hint of clarity and mockery in her eyes.

"Of course." She whispered gently, "I love you the most, so you must listen, alright?"

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