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    Chase quickly replied to Xylia’s message, expressing how much he liked her design. He felt it was perfect for Quezada & Co. Apparel Design’s next season collection.


    Xylia felt a rush of joy and hope as she read his response.


    Excited, Chase barged into Xavi’s office without knocking. “Mr. Quezada, the designer you rmended to me is truly talented. When can shee to thepany and work full–time? I want to mentor her properly.”


    Chase didn’t notice Joshua sitting on the sofa nearby, speaking excitedly about Xylia’s talent.


    Chase was Quezada & Co. Apparel Design’s top designer. If he recognized Xylia’s talent, it spoke volumes about her ability.


    Xavi coughed lightly, signaling to Chase that there was someone else in the room.


    Normally, Xavi was friendly with his employees, and since Chase was the most skilled designer in thepany, their rtionship was more like that of friends–easygoing and casual.


    Only then did Chase notice Joshua. Immediately, he greeted him respectfully, “Mr. Garcia<b>.” </b>


    Joshua, lounging on the sofa, nced at Chase with an unreadable expression. “Let me see Xylia’s design.”


    Chase quickly pulled up the design on his tablet and handed it over.


    Xylia’s design was a strapless dress with hints of leather,bining fresh, vibrant elements with a touch of wildness. It was bold for a neer, but the two styles blended perfectly.


    Joshua gave a faint smile, his eyes betraying a hint of satisfaction <b>as </b>he handed the tablet back to Chase. “Since she’s so talented, don’t you think it’s time to start promoting her, Xavi?” He tapped his finger on his cup.


    Xavi quickly understood. “Don’t worry, I’ll get the team to post a preview on Twitter <b>and </b>give Ms. Schultz some proper publicity.”


    Joshua gave a small nod, satisfied.


    Chase’s face darkened. He had thought he’d found a promising designer, but now he was starting to feel that Xylia’s sess was more about connections than talent.


    The one thing he couldn’t stand was someone who got by on rtionships, not ability.


    Xavi acted swiftly. That very afternoon, he had Xylia’s design posted on the official Quezada & Co. Apparel Design Twitter ount.


    Besides the usual clients, many of theirpetitors were also following the brand.


    It was clear this was an opportunity for Xylia, a rookie designer, to get some serious exposure in the industry. Quezada & Co. Apparel Design even dedicated a tweet just to praise her.


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    <b>Chapter </b>31


    [This new design is absolutely stunning. When will it be avable?]


    [Quezada & Co. Apparel Design! I <b>want </b>to see this <b>in </b>stores tomorrow!]


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    [I rarely fall for a design this much just from a sketch. Please hurry and make this into a real product.)


    [Did anyone notice? This is a rookie designer, and thepany is promoting her–definitely someone to watch. We won’t have to worry about having nothing to wear anymore.]


    <b>[</b><b>I’m </b>following this designer right <b>now</b>. I’m going to buy all her designs.]


    Xylia was startled when her <b>phone </b>kept <b>vibrating </b><b>with </b><b>notifications</b>. She was in the kitchen, making soup for <b>Orion</b>. She took out her <b>phone </b>and saw tons of Twitter notifications.


    She was a bit confused. This was a new ount she had only just registered. She had nned to build it up gradually after releasing a few designs.


    She never imagined that she’d be tagged by the official Quezada & Co. Apparel Design ount before <b>even </b>posting anything herself.


    Many fans followed her because they loved the dress design and leftments praising her, asking her to draw the next design, <b>and </b>some even reached out for coborations.


    Xylia couldn’t help but feel a rush of joy. There was nothing more rewarding than having her work appreciated.


    After turning down a few studio coboration offers, she sent a brief thank–you tweet and then returned to cooking.


    While more coborations meant more options, she still wasn’t ready to betray Quezada & Co. Apparel Design just because her career was starting to take off. She still had a lot to learn.


    After delivering the soup to Orion, she returned to her room and began sketching <b>again</b>. She was so absorbed in it that she didn’t notice time <b>passing</b>.


    Suddenly, Connor stumbled drunkenly <b>into </b>her bedroom.


    Xylia had just put down her pencil and turned around, only to have Connor copse into her arms. She instinctively reached out to catch him.


    Tessa, Connor mumbled, his words slurring as he leaned against her shoulder.


    Xylia froze. She knew deep down that Connor’s heart still belonged to Tessa, but hearing him drunkenly call Tessa’s name was still a shock. After all, this was the man she had truly loved for eight years.


    Biting her lip, Xylia shoved him off, and Connor fell limply to the floor. She didn’t spare him another nce and went to the door to call for help.


    However, when she opened the door, she saw Ivan Wade, the butler who always served Orion, standing there. “Ivan, could you please get two people to help Connor back to his room? Xylia asked.


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    Ivan looked uneasy. “Mrs. Ford, it’s quitete, and <b>the </b>servants are already asleep. Since you and Mr. Ford are married, it’s fine for you to share a room tonight.” Without waiting for her response, Ivan turned and left.


    Xylia called after Ivan a couple of times, but he didn’t respond. She soon realized this was Orion’s doing. Even Connor being drunk seemed to be part of his n–to push her and Connor back together.


    She lowered her head with a bitter smile. Her whole life had been ruined by Connor. No matter how much Orion tried to y matchmaker, the wounds she carried were impossible to hide. There <b>was </b>no future for her and Connor.


    She nced back at Connor, who was still lying there, unable to move him herself. But someone could.


    A few minutester, Mnie arrived with a couple of people, and they helped Connor back to his room. As she left, Mnie shot Xylia a fierce re.


    “If you’re really divorcing my son, then stop trying to seduce him like this. Know your ce, you’re nothing but a useless cripple now. You’re not fit to be part of the Ford family, Mnie said.


    Her eyes brieflynded on Xylia’s bedroom, catching sight of the drawing board. She sneered. “Still pretending to draw with a <b>hand </b>like that? Sonny was right. Having you as his mother is the biggest misfortune of his life!TM