Chapter 1311 An


    Encounter Of Love Rival


    Within the exhibition hall, J guided Brandon, her elegant hand pointing out the symphony of


    colors and lines that made up Nelson''s masterpieces. With the practiced air of a seasoned designer,


    she dissected the intricate details and design principles of each piece. Brandon, an art neophyte,


    found himself ensnared by the alluringbyrinth of creativity unfolding before him.


    As J''s enthusiasm soared, an unwee voice pierced her joyful bubble.


    "Miss White, what a delightful surprise!" Clyde, decked out in a meticulously chosen ensemble,


    shed a smile at J. Catching sight of Brandon, his eyes briefly flickered with thinly veiled


    disdain.


    His heart had not prepared for the revtion that J''spanion would be Brandon, and he


    wondered if thetter had the capacity toprehend the art pieces.


    With a smirk, he blurted, "Ah, Mr. Larson graces us with his presence. Does he find Mr. Nixon''s art


    to his taste?"


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    J''s eyebrows knitted into a delicate frown, and she quickly stepped into the breach for her


    husband. "Whether my husband appreciates these art pieces or not, surely, Mr. Lambert, is none of


    your concern."


    Clyde offered a cating smile, swiftly apologizing when he saw J''s rising ire, "Don''t take


    offense, J. I merely thought Mr. Nixon''s raw, primal style might not sit well with a hard-nosed


    businessman. No harm intended."


    J, rendered speechless by Clyde''s audacity, barely resisted rolling her eyes. She clutched


    Brandon''s hand, ready to extricate themselves from the conversation.


    As they began to retreat, Clyde leaped into their path, his tone dripping with arrogance. "Just a


    small piece of information, Miss White. I''ve had the pleasure of Mr. Nixon''spany thrice and


    maintain a cordial rtionship with him. Later, I could introduce you. If he''s in good spirits, he might


    even provide some insight into your design conundrums."


    Brandon''s eyebrows, sharp as an artist''s chisel, arched upward, and a glimmer of contempt shone


    in his prating gaze.


    He deemed Clyde unworthy of his time. Cutting off thetter''s prattle mid-sentence, he guided J


    toward Nelson, who was hovering nearby.


    Clyde, stung by the tant snub, yearned to renew his mockery but was silenced as he watched


    Brandon warmly greet Nelson while still holding J''s hand.


    Observing their camaraderie, it was unmistakably clear they shared a close and amicable


    rtionship. The baffling bond between Nelson and a man like Brandon, whose understanding of


    design was as limited as a fish''s understanding of flight, was something Clyde couldn''t wrap his


    head around. He had poured so much effort into currying favor with Nelson, and yet, Brandon had


    seemingly waltzed into an intimate rtionship with him. Clyde was left, befuddled and frustrated.


    His earlier grandstanding left a bitter taste in his mouth. Clyde wished he could evaporate, leaving


    nothing behind but a memory of his embarrassment.


    Brandon, however, was indifferent to Clyde''s mental turmoil. He greeted Nelson with a respectful


    nod before turning to introduce J. "This is my better half, J," he dered, a proud glint in


    his eyes. "She''s the creative genius behind this


    ensemble I''m sporting."


    J blinked, taken aback. The reality of her husband''s casual camaraderie with Nelson, a titan of


    the art world, had her reeling.


    Brandon, seizing the moment, raised his ss to Nelson, an impish grin dancing on his lips. "Mr.


    Nixon, what''s your take on my wife''s creations? Don''t they remind you of your early masterpieces?"


    J''s cheeks flushed a deep crimson. The idea of her work being likened to Nelson''s was


    something she wouldn''t dare entertain, even in her wildest dreams.


    She gave Brandon a sharp pinch, silently beseeching him to keep his wild notions to himself.


    Yet, Nelson, having heard Brandon''s audacious question, took a moment to scrutinize the pair''s


    attire. Nodding in approval, hemented, "Your wife''s designs are an echo of my own earlier work


    —simple, elegant, and distinct. Should she continue honing her craft, I foresee her carving a unique


    niche in the design world, with a legacy that could rival my own."


    Hearing her role model''s praises, J''s heart fluttered like a hummingbird. Her cheeks burned


    with joy, a stark contrast to the coolness she felt moments ago.


    She''d imagined, at best, gaining a nugget of wisdom from Nelson. His high praise, however, was an


    unexpected de that made her head spin.


    Having sung J''s praises, Nelson turned his attention to Brandon. With a yful shake of his


    head, he jested, "You fortunate scoundrel! To have wedded such a captivating, talented woman."


    Wrapping a protective arm around J, Brandon beamed back, "It''s my impable taste. I always


    pick the cream of the crop."


    Feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, J demurred, "You tter me too much, Mr. Nixon. I''m but a


    novice in the design world, with mountains yet to climb."


    Nelsonughed heartily, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Your humility is refreshing. I''ve always


    been a straight shooter, and I onlyvish praise where it''s due. Brandon better watch his step. If he


    ever fails you, you know who to turn to for backup."