Her earlier performance had been so remarkable that I was curious whether she had the design insight to back it up
Rosaline scanned the sketches, her brow furrowing slightly. She met my gaze thoughtfully before smirking slightly and speaking. “Lady Couture targets women of high society, aged 30 to 50, so our designs must reflect their refinement and grace. Winnie’s designs are well-drawn, but they’re cluttered, over-the-top, and lack of depth.”
I nodded slightly, but I could see Winnie’s face fall.
Rosaline wasn’t holding back and continued, “To put it simply, they’re too tacky. Designers must infuse their emotions into their work, giving it soul, making it something truly unique.”
As she spoke, Sabrina stood up, clearly displeased.
Though Winnie was the lead designer, Sabrina, as the head of the jewelry department, had also been involved in the process. Watching one of her designers be criticized so sharply, how could she remain quiet?
“Rosaline, you’re just a low-tier Omega. What do you know about design? How dare you speak so arrogantly in front of Mr. Holbrook? Do you have any idea how many late nights the team spent on this? Who are you to call our work tacky?” Sabrina snapped.
Rosaline chuckled coldly. “I might be an Omega, but my taste is no less refined than yours. Don’t you agree, Mr. Holbrook?”
Sabrina and Winnie both looked at me.
I met Rosaline’s eyes, nodding in agreement before answering, “The design is indeed tacky. Ms. Sinclair’s opinion is valid.”
Sabrina’s expression shifted instantly, her face darkening. She looked like she wanted to protest but was silenced by my cold stare, forcing her to sit down uncomfortably and say, “Well then, Mr. Holbrook, should we revise it?”
I nodded, and Sabrina forced a strained smile on her face as she turned to Winnie. “Next time, put more effort into it, alright?”
Winnie blushed and nodded.
“Next week, the Lady Couture’s team will be coming to Anshire, along with their CEO. We need to make sure we present the best possible version of this collection,” I said, glancing at Rosaline. “Feel free to ask Ms. Sinclair for advice – her taste aligns with mine.”
“We … will do our best!” Sabrina said, reluctantly agreeing.
“Then, I’ll leave it to you … ” I raised an eyebrow, looking at Rosaline. “I’m counting on you, Ms. Sinclair.”
Rosaline’s POV:
I couldn’t help but feel a little perplexed. What did this have to do with me?
I wasn’t a designer, and I didn’t create these sketches.
But as the project lead, I had to nod and stay composed.
The meeting ended, and everyone got up to leave the conference room.
As I gathered my things, preparing to head out, I suddenly heard Caden’s deep, commanding voice behind me, “Ms. Sinclair, could you stay for a moment?”
I was confused. What else could he want now that the meeting was over?
“What is the matter?” I asked, turning to face him.
Caden stepped closer, towering over me, his gaze soft yet probing.
“Do you know anything about jewelry design?”
“A little.” I smiled faintly.
In truth, fashion design was my true specialty, but jewelry design wasn’t much of a stretch for me.
“You have surprised me,” Caden said, his curiosity growing in his eyes.
I shrugged and gave a small laugh, saying nothing.
Was he really that surprised?
If Caden knew the full extent of my other roles, he would probably be utterly shocked.
I decided to ignore Caden and walked straight toward the bathroom.
As soon as I entered, I caught a faint, low voice from within. It sounded like Stella, and I could barely hear my name slip from her lips.
My hearing is sharper than most, so I couldn’t resist listening more closely.
Stella’s voice was laced with anger and jealousy. “Ms. Crawford, don’t worry, this plan is foolproof. I will make sure Rosaline is removed from the Eclipse Group.”
Ms. Crawford? Was she referring to Wendy?
Stella and Wendy were working together?
It seemed they had hatched another scheme to trap me.
I couldn’t help but scoff. Stella and Wendy seemed to think they could push me around, but they didn’t know who they were dealing with – I was the Alpha of the Shadow Pack.
…
A week passed, and Wendy hadn’t appeared at Eclipse Group again. Even Stella, who was usually causing trouble, had stopped bothering me.
On this day, Bruce, the CEO of Lady Couture’s parent company from Montagne, was visiting the Eclipse Group.
As the head of the Lady Couture’s project, it was my responsibility to pick him up from the airport.
Before I left, I double-checked the materials I had prepared for the meeting with Lady Couture. After making sure everything was ready, I stood up and headed toward the airport.
Just as I was about to step into the elevator, I noticed the doors were about to close. I hurried forward and shouted, “Hold the door!”
Just as the doors were about to close, a tall figure appeared from the side and wedged his foot in to stop them.
“Thanks … ” I froze when I saw who it was.
It was Caden.
Standing tall before me, with his serious gaze, he spoke, “Aren’t you coming in?”
“Oh right, thanks.” I smiled and entered.
Caden followed me into the elevator.
“I’m coming to the airport with you,” he said casually, as if he knew I’d wonder why.
I was taken aback. “I can go alone.”
After all, why would Caden, soon-to-be Alpha of the Eclipse Pack, bother with such a trivial task as picking someone up?
Caden stuffed his hands in his pockets, his imposing height casting a quiet authority beside me.
He glanced at me and explained, “Bruce Collins, the president of Lady Couture, is a friend of mine. It’s only respectful for me to personally pick him up.”
Though I found his reasoning odd, I said nothing further. I nodded, and we made our way down to the parking garage.
Caden was driving a Rolls-Royce today. He opened the door for me, signaling for me to get in.
“Thanks!” I slid into the passenger seat and fastened my seatbelt.
Caden started the car; he gripped the wheel with his long, steady fingers. “How’s the preparation for the Lady Couture’s meeting?” he asked evenly.
“I’ve got it covered,” I replied with confidence.
I had a feeling today’s meeting wouldn’t be simple – something big was about to go down.
An hour later, we had reached the airport.
I checked my watch, noticing that Bruce’s flight would land in about ten minutes.
“I’m going to the restroom for a moment,” I told Caden.
He nodded slightly.
In the restroom, I quickly sent a text, “How is everything going?”
The reply came fast, “All according to plan.”
A smile spread across my face. Everything was under control.
When I returned to the lobby, Bruce had just gotten off his flight.
Bruce was in his thirties, tall, and muscular. His blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair complexion made him strikingly handsome.
“Hey, Mr. Caden!” Bruce greeted him with warmth, pulling him into a hug.
“Long time no see.” Caden remained his usual reserved self, cool and detached.
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