Chapter 1131 Take Hannah To The W Marks Studio


    After a short pause, J said, "I thought that was just your excuse to bring Hannah over."


    "I admire your work and would like you to make some clothes for Hannah. Your designs, of course."


    Brandon put down the sandwich and wiped his lips with a napkin.


    When J thought of the price, she said, "The price you offered is insane. I don''t deserve that


    much."


    Raising his eyebrows, Brandon said, "Your designs are priceless, and this is your first project as an


    independent designer. I actually think the price is reasonable."


    The price an independent designer set for their first order was very important. It would inform future


    clients how they should value J''s work.


    Biting her lip, J chuckled and said, "If the public knows that you offered this price to me, they


    will only believe that I''m supported by my husband. Not that my designs are worth the money."


    Brandon had anticipated this argument. "But the order will be anonymous. And I am not offering


    blind support. I will pay the bnce only when Hannah is satisfied. Do you think you can make it?


    Or were you overstating your abilities?"


    The corners of J''s mouth twitched. Brandon was very cunning. He offered her an irresistible


    price and dared her to refuse, knowing she would want to prove her ability.


    "Hannah, tell me what styles of clothes you want after dinner," J said, smiling.


    "You''re designing clothes for me?" Hannah hadn''t been following J and Brandon''s discussion.


    Did J n to design clothes for her?


    Hannah waved her hand. "No, no. I''m an old woman. I don''t need new clothes. My old clothes are


    fine. You don''t need to design clothes for me. J, you are a famous designer, and I''m a rural


    person. I wouldn''t know what to do with such a wardrobe."


    Jughed. "Can''t rural people wear high-end customized clothes?" With a shrewd look in her


    eyes, she added, "We are close. Even if you weren''t my client, it would be natural for me to design


    clothes that suit you."


    Hannah put down her breakfast, held her arms and shrank her body. She pursed her lips and said,


    "Your designs are expensive and gorgeous. Even if you made them for me, I would be afraid to


    wear them. Besides, I would never have an asion to wear them. It would be too ostentatious for


    me to dress expensively at my friends'' houses in the countryside."


    "Brandon said that he would find servants for you, and I can make sure my designs are practical


    and easy to wear even in the vige. You could wear them around your house.


    Hey, I have an idea. Why don''t youe to the W Marks Studio with me today? Didn''t you tell me


    you wanted to see my workce?"


    J nned to make the other designers at W Marks help her convince Hannah.


    It was an hour''s drive from Malus Bay to the W Marks Studio.


    When they arrived, J helped Hannah out of the car. "Be careful of the steps."


    Looking at the white, high-end building and the gorgeous furnishings outside, Hannah said, "It''s so


    beautiful here!"


    "There are only two floors inside, and it''s just a


    modest studio, but Mr. Wesley wanted it to look great for prospective customers and hired


    craftsmen to decorate it a few months ago."


    Compared with the high-profile and luxurious decoration at the Larson Group''s building, the studio


    was rather simple in design.


    "If it''s just been decorated, perhaps I shouldn''t go in."


    The most high-end ces Hannah had frequented were the vis of her employers when she


    worked as maid before. The stylish building intimidated her. She feared she might spoil it if she


    stepped inside.


    Although, she knew J was a designer, she hadn''t known she was working at such an exclusive


    studio.


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    Even her own son had never taken her to any upscale ces before.


    J''s eyes softened. "I work here. You can go in whenever you want."


    Hannah''s palms were sweating. "No, I can''t. I am a simple woman. I will make a fool of myself if I go


    in." Hannah avoided eye contact with everyone around. She was sure that people were looking at


    her strangely, and she became more flustered. "Let''s go back. We can do this in your vi."


    J felt distressed. She was about to say something when they were interrupted by a familiar


    voice.


    "Good morning, J." Elizabeth walked toward them with a cup of coffee in her hand.