Chapter 1023
Even so, they hesitated for a while before deciding to leave.
Jete nced uneasily at the closed office.
The secretary, about to leave, couldn’t help but chuckle at Jete’s expression. “Busy
convincing others, yet can’t convince yourself, huh?”
Jete shook her head gently. “I trust Ms. Summers’ ability. I’m just wondering… Ms.
Summers seems really ticked off today.”
The secretary pondered and nodded with a touch of confusion. “True, she’s not one to smile
often, but this level of anger is a first.”
Jete’s brow furrowed deeper, eager to know why, but she couldn’t just barge in and ask.
Finally, the secretary clocked out and left. The autumn days were short, and it was pitch dark
outside with neon lights aglow, but Chloe’s office remained eerily silent. Jete waited by
the door for Chloe, growing impatient to check on her.
At 7 PM, Chloe’s expression had turned icy cold. The paperwork was long done, and she just
sat in her office chair, Jete’stest single ying in the background.
Just as Jete couldn’t help but raise her hand to knock on the door, there came a sudden
flurry of footsteps in this otherwise deste area. The footsteps grew nearer, and she turned
her head to find a slender figure panting and running towards her.
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Jete opened her mo uth, staring at the girl who was running towards her, the prominent
red birthmark on her forehead standing out.
Aware that this might have been something others were sensitive about, Jete quickly
shifted her gaze from the birthmark to the flushed face. A rosy-cheeked, delicate face with
cherry lips and a cute nose. Despite the birthmark, it was clear she was a beauty.
“Ms. Randle, is… is Ms. Summers still here?”
Her voice was trembling, her small face anxious as if she was about to burst into tears.
Jete quickly stepped aside and said, “She is still here.”
Relief shed across the girl’s face, followed by a hint of timidity. She clutched the folder in
her arms tightly.
Jete nced at it, a little confused. She knew the girl spent most of her time with the
new stylist, assuming she was his assistant, so she was unsure what she intended to do
now.
“Ms. Randle… what if… what if you were asked to wear an unbranded, even obscure, gown
at a significant public event… would you do it?”
As she spoke, she held the folder even tighter, biting her lip and looking at Jete with a
mix of fear and anticipation.
Seeing where the conversation was heading, Jete’s gaze involuntarily shifted to the
folder in the girl’s embrace, seemingly grasping something.
“I’m not sure about others, but as a woman, I believe we all like to wear beautiful, fitting
clothes. As for the brand… I believe beauty is a brand. So, as long as it fits and looks good
on me, I’d definitely wear it.”
A somewhat surprised Katie stared at her, evidently not expecting such ament from a
famous star like Jete.
Jete pointed towards Chloe’s office. “Ms. Summers is waiting for you inside, go on in.”
Katie nodded emphatically, took a deep breath, and knocked on the office door. Chloe,
seated in her chair, turned her head with a stern expression.
Seeing it was Katie, she rested the pen in her hand on the table, closed the open folder, and
spoke in a cool tone.
“What are you here for?”
Chloe’s cold demeanor left Katie hesitating at the doorway, too scared to walk in.
Chloe gave her a sidelong nce, then slowly rose from her chair. She ced her phone in
her purse. “If you have nothing to say, I should get going.”
Seeing Chloe heading towards the coat rack, Katie quickly stepped forward. “Ms. Summers,
I… I’d like to participate in Fashion Week.”
Chloe paused, “You?”
Katie handed the tightly clutched items in her arms to Chloe. “These are the designs I’ve
been working on around the clock. They’re all based on the styles of Ms. Randle and the
other artists in thepany. I… can I…”
Before Katie could finish, Chloe took the design drafts from her. She scrutinized the drafts.
Each artist’s name was scribbled at the corner of their respective design. The strong sense
of style was evident from the mere sketches.
Aside from Katie’s unique design touches, the distinctive styles of Jete and the other
artists were vividly portrayed. Even without any figures, Chloe could imagine them donning
the gowns.
She raised her eyebrow slightly. “Didn’t expect you to have such a keen eye for others’
outfits given your usualid-back manner.”
“Because they’re all so beautiful…”
A faint smile crossed Chloe’s face as she handed the design drafts back to Katie.
“Have you thought of a name for your designs?”
“Huh?”
Chloe put on her coat and looked at her. “Don’t you think it deserves a name?”
Katie’s heart began to race.
“A name..”
“Yes. Its name, your future brand’s name.”
She clutched the design drafts tightly.
A brand…
“Can… can I have my own brand?”
Chloe buttoned her coat, expressionless. “Never thought about it?”
“I have!” Katie quickly responded, then seeing Chloe’s amused look, her face flushed.
“Just… I haven’t thought that far ahead yet, so I don’t have a name…”
“You can take your time to think about it.”
Chloe picked up her bag, turned around, and pointed at the design drafts in Katie’s embrace.
“At least my waiting wasn’t in vain.” Katie was at a loss for words.
“I’ve turned down multiple brand coborations already. If you didn’t show up, or if your
designs weren’t up to par, do you know the repercussions I’d face?”
Katie suddenly got a knot in her stomach. “Did you really turn down all the brand dealers
before?”
Chloe didn’t give her a straight answer, “Just give it your all. I’m excited to see how far you
guys can go
Just as Chloe was about to take off, Katie quickly reached out and grabbed her
“Chloe, I really can’t thank you enough. Without you… all of this would just be a pipe dream.
Thanks for giving me a shot.”