I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home Chapter 81: Frantic Heartbeat

"I thought Boss Lockwood was here to discuss a partnership. So, are you here to poach soone instead?" Grace Winslow’s smile vanished, and her tone grew considerably colder.

Dylan Lockwood raised an eyebrow. "It seems you really don’t want to leave Prospera Town, Miss Winslow. A pity. With your talent, if you were willing to co with to Portara, you could one day beco a leading fashion designer."

Grace Winslow had no intention of becoming a fashion designer.

The only reason she was doing this now was to earn so money through legitimate ans.

She was planning to take the college entrance exams.

In her previous life, there were too many things she wanted to do but couldn’t. This ti around, she just wanted to live freely and beco the person she’d always dread of being.

As for going to Portara to beco a cog in a corporate machine, she had absolutely no interest.

"Thank you for your generous offer, Boss Lockwood, but I have my own plans and don’t intend to change them. It would be best if you didn’t ntion it again." Grace Winslow gently but firmly refused Dylan Lockwood once more.

Dylan Lockwood’s mouth twitched, but he didn’t say anything else.

Oscar Osborne breathed a sigh of relief.

He had been genuinely afraid that Grace Winslow would be poached.

After all, Portara was a dazzling world of wealth and luxury.

Countless people were desperate for the chance to go.

Thankfully, Grace Winslow was resolute and hadn’t been easily swayed.

He cleared his throat, steering the conversation back to business. "Boss Lockwood, Chief Grant, shall we discuss this collaboration?"

"This batch of clothing will be made with brand-new, flawless fabric. The designs are also completely original; I guarantee you won’t find them anywhere else on the market. As such, we will need to raise our prices."

When it ca to business, Dylan Lockwood grew serious as well.

"We’re looking for a very large volu. If your designs are to my satisfaction, we’ll be placing an order for over one hundred thousand pieces. Given that, I’m hoping for a more favorable price."

"Our previous prices were low because we weren’t using new, high-quality fabric; we were already operating on a slim margin. Clothes made from this new material could easily sell for fifteen or twenty yuan on the open market, no problem."

"Therefore, our price is twelve yuan per piece. If you can’t accept that, Boss Lockwood, we can always talk to other foreign rchants. We have a competitive edge, so I’m not worried about our ability to sell." Oscar Osborne’s tone was firm.

This was all part of the plan Grace Winslow had laid out for him beforehand.

He was to stand firm on the price. Even if he had to make a concession, it wouldn’t be more than two jiao per piece.

Dylan Lockwood didn’t agree right away. His fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop as he seed to consider it.

anwhile, Ethan Grant had already started looking at the design sketches.

After finishing his review of the sketches, he looked at Dylan Lockwood. "Boss Lockwood, I recomnd you accept their terms. Better yet, sign a long-term contract. You definitely won’t regret it."

Dylan Lockwood was curious. "Oh? You’re that certain, Chief Grant?"

"Take a look at the designs for yourself." Ethan Grant handed the sketches to him.

Dylan Lockwood took a single glance, and his eyes lit up. He looked at Grace Winslow with a burning intensity, his expression one of absolute determination.

’Such a brilliant fashion designer... I have to get her to Portara, no matter what it takes!’

"Twelve yuan a piece, no problem. I want five thousand of each design. When can you deliver?" Dylan Lockwood finished flipping through the thick stack of sketches, his gaze so intense it felt as if it could scorch Grace Winslow.

Oscar Osborne hadn’t expected the negotiation to go so smoothly. He even began to think he’d quoted too low a price. ’If I’d known, I should have asked for twenty. He probably would have agreed.’

’Anyway, it’s a foreigner’s money we’re making. Might as well take all we can get.’