Chapter 1120 The Mysterious Mr,_L


    "A new order already?" J murmured incredulously before swiftly tapping the email icon to


    peruse its contents.


    The client made a heartfelt plea to customize a few sets of casual clothing for an elderlydy in the


    family, whom he imed was his distant aunt. Thisdy had toiled hard all her life in the fields, and


    now in her old age, she suffered from poor health. Moved bypassion, the nephew decided to


    bring her to the city for a trip and sought to order her some bespoke garments to make her feel


    comfortable and cared for.


    Upon reading the description of the client in the email, J''s thoughts immediately turned to


    Hannah. It dawned on her that she hadn''t visited Hannah in quite some time, leaving her concerned


    for Hannah''s wellbeing. She couldn''t help but wonder how Hannah was faringtely.


    J epted the order, perhaps out of empathy stemming from her ability to rte to and


    understand the olddy''s situation.


    Come lunchtime, J shared the news with Elizabeth.


    "Are you out of your mind? The price you ask for is too low." Elizabeth coughed. "We hardly made


    clothes for the elderly before, and this is your first order under your name rather than the studio


    name. Since this is your first attempt, you should approach it with care and precision. If you took


    such a low-paying order, it could potentially backfire. After all, it''s not a charitable event."


    "This is the price I''m considering offering. I just thought it would be better not to charge too much


    for the clothes made for that olddy. However, I haven''tmunicated my price to the client yet. I


    n to discuss the matter further with him this afternoon." Money wasn''t at the forefront of J''s


    mind, as she was eager to showcase her skills and capabilities.


    "Let''s go talk to him together after lunch. Even if you have a lot of money, the price must be


    reasonable. You need to realize that W Marks is a luxury brand. As an independent designer who


    used to work there, you have to uphold the studio''s reputation and standards," Elizabeth suggested,


    dabbing at her mouth with a serviette.


    Upon returning to the W Marks Studio, J was greeted with more emails regarding the price the


    client was willing to offer. She settled herself down and took a moment to read through them.


    "The amount offered is quite substantial!" J eximed in surprise, caught off guard by the


    unexpectedly high price. Her initial reaction was one of caution and wariness.


    "It seems that your client has familiarized himself with the W Marks prior to quoting a price."


    Elizabeth analyzed the situation and concluded that the amount offered was simr to the typical


    order price for evening dresses W Marks got.


    Nheless, Elizabeth still found it somewhat suspicious. "Be sure to proceed with caution. He


    ims to be thedy''s distant nephew. We should question why he would be so generous towards a


    rtive he hasn''t seen in a long time."


    "I think it would be best for me to meet with him in person first to discuss the details." J promptly


    called the client to arrange a meeting.


    "Am I speaking with Miss J Lind?" The man''s voice sounded unusual, hoarse, and strained as if


    he spoke through a clenched throat. It didn''t sound like a typical male voice, which made J


    suspicious.


    J''s nerves were suddenly on edge as she asked,


    "May I ask how you know it''s me calling?"


    "The number is from Barnes. I''ve only ever shared my phone number with one person in Barnes,


    and that was you." After several abrupt coughs on the phone, the man stated, "Sorry, I have


    contracted the flu, so please pardon any abnormality in my voice." "Of course, that''s no problem.


    May I inquire as to how I should address you, sir? I appreciate the detailed file you sent me, but if


    it''s convenient for you, could you provide me with more information about the styles your aunt


    prefers currently?" As she prepared to speak with him about the styles, J grabbed up her pen.


    "I''ve been traveling abroad all year, and I''m not particrly fond of my first name. My business


    partners usually refer to me as Mr. L." His voice seemed to be filled with delight.


    "That''s certainly an unusual title," J remarked with a smile. "Mr. L, when would be a good time


    for us to meet in person to discuss the project?"


    In a low voice, Mr. L replied, "How about I choose the time and ce? I''m currently at work."


    "Absolutely, we can work around your schedule," J replied cheerfully.


    Upon ending the call, J was unable to focus on her work. She couldn''t shake the feeling that the


    gentleman''s voice sounded familiar. Had she heard it somewhere before?


    Elizabeth finished organizing the remaining documents and prepared to leave work.


    Elizabeth raised her head and noticed that J was still in the studio. "Is everything okay? Are you


    still avoiding Brandon?"


    When Elizabeth asked J, her gaze wandered past her and settled on the fresh lilies.


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    "He knows where I live now. I''m worried he''lle and bother me." J exined to Elizabeth,


    unsure how to handle the situation with Brandon.


    After much hesitation, J finally decided to return to her vi. However, she was prepared to


    move to a new location if Brandon persisted in staying nearby.


    As she entered the vi, J noticed that the lighting in the living room was dim, and no one


    seemed to be there.