Chapter 215: The guests closest to them heard the conversation and were surprised by revtion.


    Who would have thought that Harlee, the daughter that the Sanderson family had been looking for all these years, would be to be a world -renowned designer before this, Sk had even made some janessa studio dresses.


    This was amazing.


    The Sanderson family kept calm, since she knew Harlee''s role as director of Janessa Studio.collin, hidden among the crowd, she leaned a significant smile, with her gaze calcting.


    The George family was looking for a dresses designer, and Harlee looked like the perfect person.


    But, unfortunately, everything was because Harlee had been so reserved.


    If she had revealed before she was the director of Janessa Studio, she would have left her for Adelina seemed that Adelina was not a rival for Harlee! Collin, who seemed quite satisfied with himself, blushed with the person at his side.


    I could conquer this woman in two weeks.


    You want to bet.


    Without Collin knew, the individual next to him was Fletcher, whose face was hidden in the dark of the corner.


    What bets, asked Fletcher.


    Throughout that he had impressed the listener with his statement, Collin said confidently : Five million.


    Fletcher looked at Collin with serious expression and remained silent.


    "In serious you don''t even have five million so ruined you are how you are in this g," Collin mocked.


    "Harlee is valued well above five million.


    "What do you mean ...


    Before Collin could finish, she was beaten and was unconscious.


    Collin''s friends were about to react when Fletcher left the shadows, and someone recognized him immediately.


    Everyone the area was silent.


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    Fletcher''s look was icy, his prating dark eyes.


    Fletcher, you have certainly crossed a line! You expel a guest just because you are upset.


    It is this typical of the hospitality of the Sanderson Sherman family was simply here for the banquet, and you went so far as to break his arms and legs! bodyguard that guarded Sherman.


    Curled up in a wheelchair, wrapped in bandages and barely aware, Sherman issued intermittently weak groans that seemed serene.


    What a perfect synchronization.


    His expression tightened slightly.


    His paper as director of Janess Studio had just been exposed unintentionally, and now the uproar was ready to absorb his anger, as if the universe himself refused to allow her the slightest difort.


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