Chapter 1271 A Bet Between The Two
As J spun around, she found that Este''s friends had whisked away everyst dessert from
the tter. Her face turned into a scowl.
But after a second, she regained herposure. J ced her hands defiantly on her hips,
tilted her chin upward, and scoffed, "I''m not worried at all! I''ll have a fresh order in no time!"
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Brandon arched an eyebrow and inquired, "Oh, really? If I''m not mistaken, Carly has chosen
another designer—Mandy, correct?"
Brandon''s extensive web of informants nketed Barnes. If he sought information, nothing could
elude his grasp. Hence, J wasn''t taken aback by his knowledge of these matters.
J jutted her chin out even more, dering, "Mandy won''t be able to deliver the design Carly
desires. She''lle back to me, you''ll see."
But Brandon remained unconvinced. He believed J was merely boasting. "From what I''ve
heard, Mandy enjoys quite the reputation in design circles. Carly won''t abandon her choice so
easily."
Undeterred, J shed a confident grin and challenged, "Care to wager on that?"
Intrigued, Brandon countered, "A wager, you say? What are the stakes?"
J mulled it over for a moment before a devilish grin spread across her face. "If you lose, you
shall serve as my assistant for a day at my studio—no excuses! Lexi can take the day off, and you''ll
fill in for her."
Upon hearing this, Lexi gasped and waved her
hands frantically. "No, no! How could Mr. Larson possibly be an assistant?"
To her astonishment, Brandon cheerfully epted, "I have no issue with that. However, I do have
one condition..."
He leaned in, a wicked smile ying on his lips, and whispered his demand into J''s ear.
J''s eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed crimson.
"What do you think? Can you handle it?" Brandon teased, taking delight in her embarrassment.
Face ame, J red at him and tly refused, "No, I cannot!"
With a provocative tone, Brandon taunted, "Lacking the confidence to follow through? How can you
expect to win this wager?"
J hesitated but remained resolute.
He continued to goad her. "As the CEO of Larson Group, I''m willing to serve as an assistant, yet
you shy away from such a minor task. How can you call yourself an independent designer?"
"Fine, I ept!" J gritted her teeth and nodded in agreement.
Defeated by Brandon''s argument, she would be branded a coward if she didn''tply.
Ovee with curiosity, Lexi quietly inquired, "Boss, what was Mr. Larson''s condition? I promise,
your secret''s safe with me!"
Once again, J''s cheeks reddened. She pursed her lips and refused to indulge Lexi''s curiosity.
Upon seeing this, Brandon couldn''t help but chuckle.
J shot him a withering re at the sound of hisughter.
Noticing the hour, she swiftly wrapped up her work.
Lexi abandoned her line of questioning and gleefully departed.
Finally able to exhale, J grasped Brandon''s hand and hurriedly ushered him out.
Her mind filled with thoughts of Brandon''s condition, she felt flustered and eager to escape the
confines of the office.
Hand in hand, they exited the studio, bantering yfully.
As they emerged, J spotted a man waiting at the door, and her brow furrowed in displeasure.
He caught sight of J and immediately beamed, approaching her. "Miss White, a pleasure to
meet you."
The unexpected presence of Clyde irked J, but, ever the diplomat, she masked her distaste and
inquired coolly, "Mr. Lambert, what brings you here?" Clyde''s expression was tinged with guilt as he
replied, "I''vee to apologize for my thoughtlessnessst time. My actions caused you to lose an
order."
Forcing a polite smile, J responded, "idents happen, Mr. Lambert. Don''t dwell on it. If there''s
nothing else, please take your leave."
Clyde''s remorse seemed to deepen. "Miss White, I know you''re upset. I''m here to offer a sincere
apology."
He then produced a ticket from his pocket and extended it to J. "I''ve brought you a gift as a
token of my regret. I believe you''ll find it quite appealing."