Mrs. Fairclough moved closer to her husband, sharing the designs with him.


    “My love, observe this Crescent Moon Ne. Is it not this year’s limited edition from D.S Jewelry?”


    Mr. Fairclough wasn’t well-versed in jewelry, but he recognized the Crescent Moon Ne.


    D.S Jewelry had crafted only four of these nes, and they had been sold out immediately upon


    hitting the market, owing to their exceptional design.


    His daughter had expressed a strong liking for this ne, and he had even contacted Mr. Morgan of


    D.S Jewelry to purchase one.


    However, all four nes had been sold out.


    What? A Crescent Moon Ne?


    Nancy’s brow furrowed. The ne, more popr than her own Latest creation, had been designed


    by Millie?


    Nervousness crept into Nancy’s voice. “Mr. Fairclough, Mrs. Fairclough, what are you discussing?


    What Crescent Moon Ne?”


    Her questions fell on deaf ears as Mrs. Fairclough scrutinized Millie.


    “Did you truly design this Crescent Moon Ne? Why haven’t I heard your name before?”


    Millie considered the question. Her previous anonymity in the public eye meant that almost no one


    knew her, but now she needed to validate her skills.


    “Yes, I designed it,” she affirmed. “I never revealed my identity publicly due to personal reasons. But I


    can draft something immediately to demonstrate my ability. Mr. Fairclough, Mrs. Fairclough, you may


    choose the theme of the design.”


    Mr. and Mrs. Fairclough’s astonishment grew, impressed by Millie’s assertive confidence.


    Her tone gave no hint of falsehood.


    “Very well,” Mr. Fairclough responded. “Why don’t you create jewelry for my wife, following your


    inspiration? If she approves, we will trust you.”


    Interest in Millie, who had consistently shown both confidence and courtesy, began to spark in Mr.


    Fairclough.


    With Mrs. Fairclough’s acquiescence, Millie nodded, her face bright with enthusiasm.


    “Alright, I’ll begin at once.”


    Fortuitously, Millie had brought her design tools with her. She settled at the ward’s desk, spreading out


    her design materials.


    During their earlier conversation, she had studied Mrs. Fairclough’s appearance, noting her well-


    groomed, robust figure that would suit ssic-style jewelry.


    An hourter, Millie unveiled a hollowed-out Phoenix bracelet.


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    Rising, she presented the design to Mrs. Fairclough, apologizing, “I’m sorry for the wait, Mrs.


    Fairclough. Please take a look.”


    Mrs. Fairclough set down her teacup, epting the design, her voice filled with incredulity. “So


    quickly?”