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    Tasha was speechless. The other designers all looked at each other. Disappointment spread across


    every face in the room.


    Dalores sneered. “Who was the one that decided you should spend all their working hours preparing a


    surprise party?” she scolded. “Mr. Wesley is going to return home soon, to rest. Now that you’ve


    arranged this event, it will only hinder his recovery. Stop it at once and clean everything up!”


    Dolores’ words upset everyone further.


    “It’s a surprise I asked everyone to prepare,” interjected Natalie. “Do you object, Dalores?” Natalie


    looked at Dalores challengingly. She knew that Draco was worried about the studio and, as such, he


    wouldn’t have been able to rest now anyway. “In addition to celebrating Mr. Wesley’s discharge from


    the hospital, we’re also celebrating the sess of W Marks in Iridescent Show. Everyone here has


    worked hard for W Marks. Why shouldn’t they be allowed to spend ten minutes eating cake? Tasha,


    you can clean the table after you’ve finished your cake.”


    Draco was browsing through the files, so he hadn’t noticed what’d been going on in their area. Hearing


    Natalie’s voice, he turned his head and said, “The sess of our studio in Iridescent Show is indeed


    worth celebrating. Everyone, please go ahead and enjoy your cake. Don’t worry about me.”


    Draco then turned around and walked into his office.


    “Great!” someone cried happily. Everyone was overjoyed. They stopped cleaning, gathered back


    together and started cutting the cake.


    Only Dalores, with her gloomy expression, was squeezed aside by the crowd. Despite her anger at the


    situation, she stayed silent.


    Natalie tasted the cake and her eyes lit up. “Where did you buy this cake?” she marveled. “It’s


    delicious, and not greasy at all.”


    It was indeed a fabulous cake.


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    “I made it myself,” replied Tasha, blushing. “I used dairy cream, especially.” Tasha smiled shyly. She


    always blushed at the slightest praise. “If you like it, I can teach you how to make it next time you’re


    over at my ce,” she offered.


    Natalie nodded. The designers were gathered together still, chatting fervently. “Do you know why Mr.


    Wesley was hospitalized this time?” one asked.


    “There are rumors about it everywhere,” another replied. “Someone even suggested that Mr. Wesley


    was bewitched.” “Or did someone attack him? I heard that there was a riot on Natalie and Mr. Wesley’s


    flight, and the ne didn’t take off on time. I guess Mr. Wesley was shot. Did you notice the bandage


    on his arm?”


    Hearing them specte about the reason behind Draco’s hospitalization, Dalores seized her


    opportunity.


    She walked over wearing an evil smile. “Do you want to know the reason?” she jeered. “Only one of us


    knows the truth – Natalie. After all, she was with Mr. Wesley that day.” 3 The two designers nced at


    Natalie nervously.


    Though Dalores didn’t know the specific reason, she knew that Natalie must have been involved


    somehow.


    She looked pointedly at Natalie and said, in a raised voice, “Natalie, why don’t you answer everyone’s


    questions? Why was Mr. Wesley hospitalized?”


    Everyone stared at Natalie, waiting for her to tell the truth. Natalie stood still, stunned. Her eyes


    narrowed as she looked over at Dalores. There was a triumphant expression on Dalores’ face.


    It was an undeniable truth that Natalie had been involved in the Draco situation, but Jorge, Elizabeth’s


    ex-boyfriend, had been involved too. If Natalie told the truth, it would only raise more questions. .


    “There was an ident on the way to the airport,” she said finally, “It wasn’t a big deal. Don’t think


    about it too much. Besides, the rumors aren’ttrue. Don’tbelieve them.” Natalie tried to exin as briefly


    and as vaguely as she could.


    However, Dalores wasn’t so easily satisfied. “Your exnation is far too perfunctory,” she said


    suspiciously. “You haven’t said anything we didn’t already know. Since Mr. Wesley doesn’t want to


    exin, it’s down to you to exin on his behalf. There’s been rumors swirling around about you too,


    you know. But, being your colleagues, we didn’t dare mention them,” she added.


    Natalie stared at Dalores with cold, expressionless eyes. “Don’t spread rumors,” she said firmly


    Dalores’ smile vanished, and she shrugged. “I don’t spread rumors,” she said sulkily. “I just heard that


    the flight was suspended for no reason, and that it was the Larson Group who prevented the ne


    from taking off.


    You have no idea how nasty some of these rumors are. Someone said that it was Brandon who tried to


    kill Draco, because he was jealous of how close Draco was to you. Someone else said that you


    deliberately harmed Draco in order to go to Iridescent Show alone…”


    Dalores suddenly gasped and covered her mouth dramatically. “Oh, please don’t be angry, Natalie. Did


    I say something I shouldn’t have?”


    Natalie smiled serenely. “I knew you hadn’t turned over a new leaf,” she said in a soft voice. “You still


    love to nder others…”


    Dalores looked pleased with herself. When all was said and done, she had still won back Draco’s trust.


    She no longer had to worry about being driven away by Natalie.


    Natalie scowled.


    Just then, Draco walked out of the office and interrupted them.


    “Tasha, p@ssthese materials out to everyone, please,” he said. “I’ve done some screening, and all of


    our current orders have been delegated to the most suitable designer,” Draco exined. “There are


    many orders, so we’re about to be very busy for some time. Thank you in advance for your hard work.”


    Tasha put down her cake and took hold of the document. Almost everyone had been delegated an


    order, including a small one for herself.


    “Mr. Wesley, these orders…” she began. Tasha was more thankful than she could say.


    “Don’t worry,” said Draco kindly. “You’ve been working with W Marks for a while. I’ve seen your design,


    and I think it is in line with the order I arranged for you.” With a rxed expression on his face, Draco


    looked quite gentle.


    Tasha nodded. She distributed the document to every designer. After getting her copy, Natalie opened


    it and read it carefully. Hers was the only order that required a high -grade customized dress, and the


    quoted price was the highest by far.


    “Mr. Wesley, this seems beyond my capability,” she said, full of doubt. It was the first time Natalie had


    been delegated such an important order.