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    “I shall take your suggestion into serious consideration,” Sadie said politely.


    After leaving Lusso Jewelry, she hurried off to her next appointment with a famous local brand called Starluxe.


    “Miss Hudson, we are very interested in the Dewy Hibiscus series,” Conroy Beckett, the representative of Starluxe, said. He was a shrewd, middle-aged man who didn’t beat around the bush. “We are willing to buy out the rights for the derivative design for five million.”


    Five million?


    Sadie would have been amused, if not for the bitterness that rose in her chest. This price was far below her expectations.


    “I beg your pardon, Mr. Beckett,” she said calmly. “But you might be severely underestimating the market value of Dewy Hibiscus. Its potential far exceeds five million.”


    Conroy chuckled condescendingly. “Miss Hudson, you are a very talented designer. However, I don’t think you understand just how cutthroat this business is. Five million is the highest we can offer.”


    Sadie got to her feet without saying another word.


    “Miss Hudson, please wait,” Conroy called after her as she walked to the door. “We are open to negotiations. Let’s talk about this more.”


    Sadie paused, but did not turn around.


    “Six million is our absolute limit,” Conroy continued firmly.


    Sadie took a deep breath. “I see. There’s no need for us to discuss anything, Mr. Beckett. Good day.”


    Sadie spent the next few days meeting with several other jewelry brands, but her efforts were all futile.


    Some brands tried to impose stringent conditions on the terms of the prospective coboration, either restricting her creative freedom or lowering herpensation.


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    Others had obvious internal power conflicts that posed numerous uncertainties to the coboration itself, let alone the performance of Dewy Hibiscus in the market.


    Although she was exhausted, both physically and mentally, Sadie had no choice but to forge ahead.


    She pushed through the front door of Myrtlewood Estate and was immediately greeted by the familiar scent of sandalwood. Some of her stress immediately fell away.


    “You’re back, Mrs. Wall,” Breck greeted her respectfully as he took her purse and the stack of documents she had been holding.


    Sadie could only hum in reply, changing into slippers and kneading her throbbing temples.


    “Averi is already asleep,” Breck said quietly as he took in the weary look on her face.


    Sadie nodded and headed toward the living room.


    “Mr. Wall is in the study,” Breck added, as though he had read her mind.


    Sadie hesitated for a brief moment before changing directions and heading to the study instead.


    She needed to talk to Noah.


    Sadie knocked softly on the door.


    “Come in,” Noah called out in his deep voice.


    Sadie entered the study to find him behind arge desk, engrossed in a pile of paperwork.


    He nced at her, his expression calm and unreadable.


    “Do you need something?”


    Sadie took a deep breath before walking closer.


    “Thank you.”


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