Chapter 1307 Do Whatever It Takes To Win Laney Ba...


    "Speaking of which."


    Garrett''s tone took on a intive quality as hemented to J, "It''s all because you found Laney


    such an exceptional assistant. It''s made winning back my wife even more challenging."


    "Ian? How has he stopped you from pursuing your wife?"


    Garrett scoffed, exining, "Did you know he''s the one who sent the divorce papers and wedding


    ring? Now he''s living with Laney, by her side day and night. My wife and daughter will soon be his!"


    On able to suppress a chuckle at hisints, J retorted, "It''s your own doing. You angered


    Laney. Now, you''d better muster your strength and courage to win her back!"


    Realizing thatining was futile, Garrett forced a bitter smile. "You''re right. I''ll do whatever it


    takes to win Laney back."


    He returned to his new home, disheartened, his mind consumed by worry and anxiety about him


    and Laney''s future.


    Unbeknownst to him, J was smirking on the other end upon hanging up. "You used to fool


    around with women. You''re getting what you deserve."


    Curious, Brandon leaned in and inquired, "What did Garrett say?"


    With a grin, J recounted, "He didn''t appreciate Laney before. Now he''s chasing his wife in


    another city, and Ian is thwarting his efforts. Winning her back won''t be easy for Garrett. In my


    opinion, it''s


    payback for his past phndering!"


    Hearing J''s dissatisfaction with Garrett''s former behavior, Brandon couldn''t help but feel


    fortunate. He''d always been a man of integrity, adhering to moral codes and avoiding female


    friendships. He''d never make such a foolish mistake.


    Eager to steer the conversation elsewhere, Brandon suggested, "Shall we try on our outfits for Mr.


    Nixon''s art exhibition in a few days and make sure they fit?"


    After a moment''s thought, J nodded in agreement. "Okay. The ensembles we''ll be wearing


    were designed by myself. We can''t afford any mishaps."


    Brandon interjected, "Exactly. Our outfits must make a statement at the event. Not only will we


    advertise for the studio, but we might also receive instructions from Mr. Nixon."


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    As nned, Brandon sessfully diverted J''s focus, and she ushered him to try on her


    creation.


    Standing before the mirror, Brandon donned the outfit designed by J, his satisfaction evident.


    "Darling, your design skills have improved once more. This ensemble surpasses any of my


    expensive garments."


    J scrutinized him from cor to cuffs, meticulously inspecting every detail. Once satisfied, she


    grinned, teasing, "It''s your good looks and physique that make this outfit truly shine."


    "I''m ttered," Brandon quipped, admiring her in return. "Your dress is equally stunning. We make a


    perfect pair in these outfits. Anyone can see the designer''s talent."


    "Truly?" J''s face lit up. "Do you genuinely believe that?"


    Having experienced the upper echelons of society, Brandon had worn his fair share of high-end


    custom clothing. Though not a professional designer, his


    aesthetic standards far exceeded those of tfre average person.


    J was ted to receive his endorsement.


    With a solemn nod, he affirmed, "It''s genuinely beautiful."


    Overjoyed, J hugged Brandon tightly, affectionately nuzzling his chest. "Thank you, Brandon.


    Your affirmation gives me greater confidence."


    His heart swelling, Brandon tenderly caressed her head, dering, "Honey, you''re extraordinary."