Chapter 1247 Don''t You Trust Her
Clyde''s frown deepened, betraying his displeasure as he turned to Brandon. "Well, does Mr. Larson
have any more enlightening suggestions?" he inquired.
With his arms crossed, Brandon elevated his chin and uttered in a hushed tone, "The essence of
fashion design lies within the creation, not the creator. A designer''s allure to clients hinges on their
prowess. J possesses that skill. She doesn''t require excessive self-promotion."
The retort came swiftly. "It''s called establishing a personal brand, Mr. Larson. Haven''t you grasped
that yet?"
Dismissing thement with an indifferent nce, Brandon countered, "J''s lineage is evident
to all. Exaggerating her self-promotion will only divert public attention towards her background,
overshadowing her talents and inciting scrutiny."
With a sneer, Clyde challenged, "I believe Miss White can disperse any negative rumors with her
abilities. As her husband, don''t you trust her strength?"
His words were a transparent attempt to drive a wedge between the couple.
A fierce glint shed in Brandon''s eyes, barely masking the simmering anger. "J is my wife. I
comprehend her nature better than you could, and I''m more devoted to protecting her than you are."
Defiant, Clyde locked gazes with Brandon. "Then Mr. Larson should also have faith in Miss White."
Desiring to end the dispute, Brandon''s eyes softened as they met J''s. "J, the decision is
yours."
Eagerly, Clyde awaited her verdict.
Furrowing her brow, Jpsed into deep contemtion.
Momentster, she offered an apologetic smile to Clyde. "I''m sorry, Mr. Lambert, but I concur that
it''s best not to be overly ostentatious," she conceded.
His disappointment palpable, Clyde argued, "Given Miss White''s capabilities, it''s hardly
ostentatious."
J elucidated, "While I do be an independent designer, my personal studio is a recent
endeavor. I''m essentially a novice in the industry. That''s why I prefer not to be too mboyant. My
current goal is to establish a solid reputation for my designs and introduce them to the public in a
sensible manner."
Clyde remained silent, though his disappointment lingered.
He nodded reluctantly. "Then let''s proceed with your approach, Miss White."
After hashing out the promotion n''s particrs, Clyde, unable to stomach the couple''s
affectionate exchanges any longer, excused himself.
As he departed, Brandon arched an eyebrow and shed a provocative grin. Clyde''s fists clenched
in fury.
On the way home, J recalled the earlier tension and teased, "You were jealous, weren''t you?"
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With a nonchnt shrug, Brandon replied, "Why would I envy a man who pales inparison to
me on all fronts?"
"Conceited," J chuckled.
Gazing out the window, she suddenly felt disoriented by the unfamiliarndscape. Puzzled, she
inquired, "This isn''t the route home. Where are we headed?"
With a cryptic smile, Brandon assured her, "You''ll discover our destination soon enough."
Momentster, the car eased to a stop in front of an elegantly adorned boutique.
Surprised, J eximed, "Isn''t this the store we visited earlier? How did theyplete the
renovations so swiftly?"
First to exit the vehicle, Brandon chivalrously opened the door for J. "Come, let''s take a closer
look."
Her heart swelled with affection.
She hadn''t anticipated that Brandon would go to such lengths to orchestrate her dream studio.
Entering hand in hand, J marveled at the interior.
The decor mirrored her vision perfectly, and even the receptionist and assistant had been
meticulously selected by Brandon.
Tears brimmed in J''s eyes as she choked out, "When did you find the time to transform this vast
space?"
Tenderly wiping her tears, Brandon confessed, "I began preparations the day we chose a name for
your atelier."