Chapter 175: Very good.


    I think ...


    Harlee started, but before I could finish writing his answer, Ritchie intervened with another message.


    I will take care of it immediately.


    Then, he quickly disconnected.


    In the town of Brixton, the butler, apanied by two attendees , he expected Harlee''s arrival at the big post.


    When Harlee''s vehicle arrived, the gathered group quickly went to the car that stopped.


    Sanderson Lord, wee.


    Mrs.


    Torres has been waiting for her arrival above.


    That is the box that contains the dress permits me, Miss Sanderson.


    Harlee nodded and followed the butler inside.


    In the opulent living room, Britton seemed to doubt in expressing her suspicions.


    "Mom, Harlee is not a fashion designer anyone.


    It is the recognized creative mind behind Janessa Studio.


    Not only has ite in person to finalize the details, but it will also deliver the dress itself.


    Studio was like finding gold.


    In addition, Harlee, the mysterious designer, was known for her selectivity.


    No amount of money could influence her unless she felt a genuine spark of interest.


    This led Brixton to afford a little self-adapt.


    Initially baffled by his son''s connection with the prestigious designer, Zandra kept hisposure to preserve his pride.


    This tomorrow, an unexpected call from his son revealed that Harlee herself would deliver the dress, leaving Zandrapletely baffled.


    Why the director of Janessa Studio, among all people, would assume such a servile task, was Brice, the always reliable assistant of Harlee, who was in charge of these tasks.


    Now it was clear.


    Harlee''s link with Brixton owed Being extraordinarily deep.


    The idea that Zandra congratted him was more amazing for Bryxton than any of his previous exploits.


    I even even when he had dismantled only the formidable Juarez family, he only received an indifferent HMM, not bad, with a disdainful gesture of The hand.


    Now, he realized that staying aligned with Harlee was right.


    When Harlee arrived alone, Zandra leaned forward, looking beyond her to see if a servant apanied her with the dress.


    Only when he saw the garment settled in his seat.


    Torres, Harlee said with a cortessor.