Chapter 1245 Want To Own J
J and Clyde had both agreed to rendezvous at an upscale cafe, nestled amidst stunning
scenery.
Nerves tingling with anticipation, Clyde reached the cafe early, eagerly awaiting J''s arrival.
The photos he took of Hannah were no coincidence.
He''d known for some time that J yearned to leave W Marks, aspiring to be an independent
designer. Hannah''s garments were J''s first solo endeavor.
Initially, Clyde puzzled over why J would design for an ordinary elderly woman.
Upon discerning the connection between J and Hannah, a n took shape in his mind.
To get closer to J, Clyde resolved to approach Hannah first.
Thus, he ventured to the countryside, capturing those images of Hannah and investing heavily in
high-profile marketing campaigns. With considerable effort, he propelled the photos to the top of
trending topics.
As anticipated, upon seeing the pictures at the summit of the trends, J reached out to him, even
consenting to a private meeting.
As long as their encounter remained uninterrupted, Clyde believed he could capture the fair
maiden''s heart.
Lost in reverie, a knock at the door jolted him back to reality.
His gaze darted to the door.
A delicate hand gently pushed open the door to the private room. The ethereal figure who had
haunted his dreams gracefully entered.
Clyde''s heart thundered as the captivating woman drew nearer.
J''s beauty remained unparalleled.
"Excuse me, are you the artist, Clyde Lambert?" J''s dulcet tones echoed within the chamber.
His breath hitched. "Yes... Yes... Yes, I am," he stammered, struggling to control his galloping heart.
A charming smile graced her lips. "Nice to meet you. I''m J White, the designer of Hannah''s
clothes." Trembling slightly, Clyde inhaled deeply before cautiously epting her outstretched
hand, feigningposure. "Hello, I''m Clyde Lambert."
"I''ve heard a lot about you," she replied. J''s smile was unwavering as she released his hand
and seated herself opposite him.
Her poised speech and self-assured smile sent his heart aflutter.
Suddenly, J scrutinized Clyde''s face for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise. "You look
familiar. Have we met before?"
As Clyde poured tea for her, he feigned confusion. "Have we?"
Her brow furrowed in thought, and then her face lit up with recognition. "You''re the Mr. L I mistook
for someone else at the coffee shop months ago!"
A look of realization dawned on Clyde''s face as he eximed, "Now that you mention it, I have a
vague recollection of that encounter. Fate, it seems, has brought us together again."
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"Yes," J chuckled, letting the subject drop.
She retrieved the design draft for Hannah''s garments from her bag, presenting it to Clyde.
Her earlier sweetness yielded to a professional, confident air befitting a designer as she tapped the
draft. "This is the design for Hannah''s outfit, and the reason for our coboration on promotion," she
stated.
A wave of emotion surged through Clyde, his eyes darkening.
Not only was she stunning externally, but she was also intelligent, independent, and refined. A
nearperfect woman.
No wonder he found her utterly captivating.
Noticing Clyde''s distraction, J tapped on the table lightly, her voice gentle. "Mr. Lyons, are you
paying attention?"
He snapped from his daydream, apologizing with a smile, "I''m sorry, please go on."
Assuming his distraction stemmed from overwork, J resumed discussing Hannah''s attire once
Clyde had collected himself.
Suppressing his infatuation, Clyde channeled his professional artistic sensibility, attentively
absorbing J''s design concepts while asionally offering suggestions.
As they delved into conversation, the private room''s door swung open.
A tall, well-built man materialized in the doorway.
J''s eyes sparkled upon seeing him. "Brandon, what brings you here?" she inquired.
With a doting tone, Brandon brandished a purse. "You left this behind."
"My memory fails me sometimes." J yfully tapped her head, feigning embarrassment. Her
demeanor was both endearing and irresistible.
Witnessing their intimacy, Clyde''s heart soured.