CHAPTER 155: CHAPTER 155: WHEN A WOMAN CHASES A MAN, IT’S LIKE A THIN VEIL BETWEEN THEM

That day, they all left the ranch.

At this time, Kai Jacobs and Sheryl Jensen were already on the plane.

Ethan Sinclair was left at home, as there seemed to be some matters he still needed to handle.

Charles Sinclair politely tried to keep them, hoping they would stay a few more days, but everyone knew it was just politeness, so naturally, none of them stayed.

He seized the opportunity to speak with Hugh Irving alone.

He used every trick hoping Hugh Irving would stay, but Hugh didn’t want to, especially since everyone else was leaving, making it even less likely for her to stay.

She casually found an excuse and declined his kind offer.

Ethan Sinclair said nothing.

That night, under Charles Sinclair’s intense questioning, Ethan finally admitted his relationship with Hugh Irving.

Charles was dumbfounded.

Ethan Sinclair was a pro at giving others advice on feelings, but when it came to himself, it was all theory without practice.

Hugh Irving wasn’t buying it at all.

Charles was anxious for him.

Colby Jennings left early in the morning due to team matters.

Hugh Irving followed Sophia Lowell’s car back, with Nathan Jennings also in the car.

Along the way, they were studying how to write the agreement, completely ignoring Zane Sterling, who was driving.

Zane dared not speak the whole way, fearing these women might concoct some other scheme while together.

We can’t let Sophia Lowell pick up any bad habits!

To say Clay Gable was really unlucky, having to sign a contract to get married; he never expected such a day to come.

His taste was indeed quite good—he first took to Sophia Lowell and now is involved with Nathan Jennings.

Nathan Jennings was previously working in translation, coincidentally receiving the job offer from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs’ translation department during her confinement days.

Otherwise, Nathan Jennings might still be at home facing the wall in reflection.

Due to their identities, they had no choice but to turn rumors into reality.

"If Clay Gable were as understanding as Mr. Sterling, I wouldn’t be so guarded against him," Nathan murmured.

Sophia chuckled, but Zane wasn’t much better either.

Initially, Zane was no different from Clay Gable, a typical traditional guy, acting quite recklessly, but at least he could speak, knowing to express his thoughts.

Even things not suitable for children were said straightforwardly, which made it rather troublesome.

Zane was waiting for Sophia to compliment him a bit, but Sophia said nothing, making his face darken suddenly.

He smacked his lips, wanting to say something but found it stuck in his throat.

Seeing his discomfort, Sophia laughed mockingly, "Zane paid tuition to learn this, performs quite well; otherwise he would still have to settle in the company."

Hugh Irving giggled, "Looks like Ethan Sinclair’s salary isn’t low."

Nathan’s eyes glimmered, letting out a cold and dismissive laugh, "Should I ask Assistant Sinclair to help teach Clay Gable how to win me over?"

"Winning over Clay Gable would be faster for you," Zane said.

He wanted to say, ’the distance between a woman and a man is like a mere gauze curtain.’

Just a sleep would make things right; he thought but didn’t dare say it.

"Is there any girl that takes the initiative? That’s too unreserved!" Nathan immediately refuted.

If at this time the guy doesn’t take the initiative, it would highlight the marriage as even more insignificant.

If the girl takes the lead, it then appears too frivolous.

So Nathan plans to shift from active to passive, making it less awkward.

They chatted incessantly all the way, Hugh Irving’s heart pausing again and again.

Ethan Sinclair was quite adept in his feelings towards others.

Not knowing...

Hugh Irving sighed, why was she thinking of him again?

Clearly agreed on discussing only matters of the bedchamber, yet now even she was off track.

She lowered her eyes.

Returning to Folio Studio, they stayed busy in the studio from dawn to dusk for nearly a month.

Besides completing orders for rich socialites, their collaboration projects with the government were constantly advancing.

The outfit designs for dozens of marching formations, totaling over three hundred outfits, as well as the parade militia squad, volunteer groups, choirs, and other apparel, were all completed by the team.

However, this team not only included the team Sophia Lowell brought but also two designers from Folio Studio.

Faye Ellison and Yvonne Yates.

They need to submit over a dozen design plans within ten days, going through layers of submission and review, with a finalized script by mid-May.

And attaining the most ideal costume colors, from color, prototypes to hats, badges, armband details, poses the biggest challenge in design.

This also serves as Sophia Lowell’s major stepping stone as Professor Fumble.

Everything is smooth sailing; the designers’ inspirations align unexpectedly well, cooperating excellently with rapid progress.

This day, Sophia Lowell took a rare break and invited Beau Morgan to see the custom-made gown reserved for her.

Since Shane Graham executed Beau Morgan’s work, even after returning to the office, her work was still not returned; instead, she was given simple, insignificant minor projects.

Uncomfortable about it yet unable to quit as she wouldn’t find a better next job, she temporarily does what is required, awaiting a suitable chance to regain her position.

"Ms. Lowell?" Beau Morgan entered the studio, seeing Sophia Lowell after a long time.

Since taking on the government projects, her time grew scarce, working long hours, resulting in considerable weight loss.

Today Beau Morgan was surprised to see Sophia, having missed her on previous visits, assuming she was thrown out. Unexpectedly seeing her today.

"Manager Morgan, you came," Sophia greeted with a smile.

Hugh Irving wasn’t at the studio; she went to check fabrics, so today it was Sophia showing her upstairs to view the gown.

"Professor Fumble still refuses to see guests?" she asked.

"Manager Morgan, does Professor Fumble hold your such fascination?" Sophia chuckled.

Beau Morgan said no more.

Sophia led her to the backyard, up to the second-floor studio, swiped the access card, Beau following behind.

Just entering the workplace, what’s visible is a short, blue lake off-the-shoulder gown with a slight train.

This was her very set.

Beau Morgan’s eyes glimmered.

It was a sweet strapless gown, with an off-the-shoulder style, the blue lake perfectly enhancing the skin tone, elegantly showcasing a swan-like neck, further accentuating a delicate figure.

Seeing Beau Morgan so absorbed, Sophia knew this exceeded the expected outcome.

"Currently all done, Manager Morgan—check if any details need refinement; notify us for adjustments." She said.

Without thinking, Beau said, "Nothing; Professor Fumble’s masterpiece is perfect..."

Sophia pursed her lips, nodded in agreement, she felt the same way.

"Want to try it on?" she asked.

Beau Morgan looked at Sophia, "Of course, I ought to take some photos to thank Mr. Sterling; wearing Professor Fumble’s handmade gown surely brings prestige."

"A good thank you is deserved," Sophia smiled, understandingly.

Beau Morgan entered the dressing area, changed into the gown.

She walked out elegantly, the outfit fitting like a glove.

Her figure was quite good; wearing this signature high-fashion outfit instantly elevated her aura.

Standing before a full-length mirror, she looked at the woman in reflection, marveling, feeling her stature seemed elevated.

Sophia was equally appreciative, considering Beau Morgan’s merits yet placed focus in the wrong direction.