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    Katelyn fidgeted with the hem of her dress, a brief look of unease shing across her face.


    “It’s just a minor sprain,” she said, downying her difort. “I’ve already rubbed some ointment on it.”


    Eager to redirect the conversation, she leaned in and asked, “I read in Selina’s profile that she’s known for being unpredictable and fiery. Have you ever worked with her before, Mr. Adams?”


    Vincent nodded slightly. “When Adams Group first aimed to venture into the jewelry market, my n was to start with international expansion. But before we could even make formal introductions, Selina blocked our entry.”


    He rxed into his chair, his fingers drumming softly against the table in a steady rhythm.


    “She’s been the toughest one I’ve ever faced. Impossible to predict or understand,” he continued.


    Katelyn absorbed every word, starting to form a more vivid picture of Selina in her mind.


    To maintain her position at the pinnacle of the jewelry world and exert such power in the fashion industry, Selina’s standards had to be exceptionally high.


    Securing a partnership with someone like her required far more than impable designs. It demanded an ability to cater wlessly to her unique tastes and ever-changing desires.


    As Katelyn and Vincent waited, there was still no sign of Selina, but the dishes they had ordered began to arrive. Vincent had chosen the restaurant’s renowned specialty.


    The steak was cooked to perfection. It was sulent and vorful, with a tenderness that melted in the mouth.


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    The rich taste momentarily lifted Katelyn’s spirits, pulling her from the shadow of her earlier worries. She thought that if a restaurant like this ever opened in Granville, it could easily rise to the ranks of the finest establishments, given its distinctive and remarkable vors.


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    A woman with golden hair and blue eyes stepped into the room. Her wavy hair fell to just above her waist.


    She moved confidently in high heels, keeping apletely neutral expression.


    This was Selina Hathaway, a name thatmanded respect in the fashion world. Her reputation extended well beyond fashion, reaching deep into the realm of business.


    She handed her invitation to the attendant at the entrance and strode into the restaurant with an assured gait.


    Katelyn watched her every step, noting the practiced poise that resembled a supermodel’s confident walk down a runway, even over just a few short steps.


    A middle-aged woman followed behind Selina. She wore a stern expression and scanned the room with a focused gaze. This woman appeared to be responsible for managing Selina’s affairs.


    They chose a secluded table in the corner, just one table away from where Katelyn and Vincent were seated.


    Katelyn nced at them briefly before turning her attention elsewhere. She tried to figure out the best way to approach Selina without seeming intrusive.


    Vincent kept his eyes on Selina for a moment, then leaned closer to Katelyn and spoke in a low, steady tone. “Today, our goal is to make sure she remembers you and your jewelry designs.”


    Katelyn nodded, still thinking about the situation.


    A man and a woman from the nearby table suddenly moved toward Selina. Their smiles were polite, but it was clear they were only trying to curry favor with her.


    “Excuse me, are you Miss Selina Hathaway? I’d like to introduce myself. I’m Quinter Watts, and this is my proud designer, Max Palmer. She has some impressive pieces she’d like to share with you.”


    Katelyn hadn’t expected others to attempt the same approach with Selina in the restaurant.


    From her seat, Katelyn couldn’t make out the designs that Quinter was trying to show Selina. Max looked young and inexperienced, appearing nervous as she waited for Selina’s reaction.


    Selina continued eating, not bothering to look at the designs. The woman sitting next to her spoke sharply, her tone irritated.


    “Miss Hathaway is enjoying her personal time. She isn’t handling work-rted matters right now. Please step aside.”


    Startled, Quinter exined, “We didn’t mean to intrude, but Miss Hathaway’s schedule is so full. We sent these designs almost two years ago and never received any reply. We hope Miss Hathaway can consider our position as well.”


    When he finished speaking, Selina dropped her knife and fork with a sudden, loud tter.


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