CHAPTER 130: CHAPTER 130: YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME

Lately, Serena Jennings has been eating and sleeping in the studio, working tirelessly to create samples for the new theme.

Amidst the rush, she finally managed to complete and submit her design before the deadline.

Next is waiting for the showcase on the day of the LD Jewelry Fashion Week.

Serena took a three-day leave, spending it sleeping soundly at home to catch up on rest.

In her absence from the company, it turned out to be convenient for Quentin Xavier.

Every evening after work, he would secretly go to see Claire Shaw.

Sometimes they’d meet at a bar, other times at a hotel.

Tonight, they met at a members-only private club.

Claire had dressed up especially for the occasion.

Every time Quentin saw her, even his eyelashes seemed to smile.

She felt like she was not far from bankrupting Serena.

"You’ve been keeping me in suspense for days. You have to tell me Serena’s new theme this time, right?"

Inside the small booth, it was just Claire and Quentin. To tightly ensnare Quentin, Claire sat proactively on his lap.

Quentin blushed deeply, looking eager but lacking the courage.

"If... if I help you, will you really... be with me?"

Seeing Quentin hesitating and still wrestling with this question, Claire got a bit frustrated.

"How many times have I said it? I won’t go back on my word."

"But..."

Quentin was still uneasy.

"But you’re Caleb Lockwood’s woman! You like Caleb too..."

Quentin lowered his head in disappointment.

"I know I can’t compare with Caleb, and I’m not deserving of you... but my feelings for you are sincere..."

Claire couldn’t help but inwardly sneer at Quentin’s unexpectedly genuine confession.

It’s the curse of being too beautiful and excellent, she thought, too many men fall for you.

Caleb Lockwood likes her.

Patrick Rhodes likes her.

Ian Blackwood likes her.

Now even Quentin likes her.

Claire smiled slightly, taking Quentin’s hand, interlocking their fingers.

This way of holding hands made Quentin’s eyes widen with a strong sense of anticipation on his face.

"I’m sorry, Quentin..."

Hearing Claire apologize, Quentin felt like he had been hit with a hammer and instantly understood.

He sadly lowered his eyelids.

"I can’t deceive you, Quentin... as you know, the one I love is Caleb... unless something unexpected happens, Caleb and I will be getting married soon..."

The moment Quentin heard this, his facial expression completely fell apart.

"I know you have deep feelings for me, but as for us... we are destined not to be in this life... However, even though I can’t be your girlfriend or your wife... I won’t go back on my promise to you, as long as you help me overthrow Serena, I will give myself to you..."

Claire shyly lowered her head, her face flushed.

"Even if it’s just one night, then... when the time comes, you can do whatever you want with me!"

Quentin, initially very disappointed, suddenly brightened up at Claire’s offer.

"Okay, okay... one night is enough... I don’t dare ask for more..."

Quentin wrapped his arms around Claire’s slender waist as she sat straddling his lap, speaking softly:

"Serena does have some interesting ideas..."

Finally about to get some information from Quentin, Claire perked up her ears and listened intently.

"She changed the theme to Thorny Rose."

"Thorny Rose?"

Claire frowned.

That sounds even more mundane than emerging as a butterfly!

Noticing Claire’s reaction, Quentin, while intentionally taking advantage of the moment, touched her waist, explained:

"This theme may not seem special at first glance, but she chose to design using fluorite paired with ruby, and has already arranged with the people at LD. On the day of the fashion week, during the model’s walk, there’s plan for a temporary blackout according to her instructions."

"What?"

Claire blinked her mascara-laden eyes.

She was eager to hear more from Quentin, but he, focusing intently on her chest, showed no rush.

Claire was already sick of it.

But she had to endure, deliberately unzipping her outfit to reveal a deep V-neck.

"Why is Serena deliberately causing a blackout, go on, tell me!"

Claire’s playful tease made Quentin unable to resist burying his face in her chest.

Claire would have loved to slap Quentin several times.

Quentin continued speaking, still nestled against her chest:

"This time the LD is at the International Exhibition Center in Country F, as you know... Serena plans to use the UV emergency lights during the blackout, to illuminate the fluorescence of the fluorites, making the rubies shine brightly as well, thus allowing her to stand out at the show."

"So that’s how it is..."

Claire suddenly understood, biting her lower lip.

It really is quite a clever idea.

"Serena... really knows how to take shortcuts!"

"Yes, I think so too."

Quentin lifted his head, looking seriously at Claire.

"So, I’ve prepared this for you."

He pulled something out from beside his briefcase, handing it to Claire.

"Perfume?"

Claire tilted her head in confusion.

Quentin was indeed holding a perfume bottle, but it had no packaging, looking rather simplistic.

"Don’t you dare use this as real perfume."

Quentin solemnly handed the "perfume" bottle to Claire.

"This is dilute hydrochloric acid."

"What?"

Claire’s eyes widened.

"When the staff follows Serena’s instructions to cut off the power, use this to spray dilute hydrochloric acid on Serena’s jewelry, especially the fluorite and ruby. The acid will corrode these gems, causing them to lose their luster. When the UV lights shine, people will only see dull, ordinary stones. This way, Serena will be finished."

Listening to Quentin’s seemingly foolproof plan, Claire gasped, grateful that Quentin was on her side, rather than being used by Serena against her.

"What do you think, don’t you find me useful?" Quentin asked, pointing proudly at his lips.

Claire knew that Quentin wanted a kiss.

Unable to bear it, she kissed him on the cheek.

Quentin smiled, not minding at all.

Just like that, both Claire and Serena had made ample preparations for the LD Jewelry Fashion Week.

The day before the fashion week, they flew to Country F.

Serena traveled by regular commercial airline.

Claire traveled on Caleb Lockwood’s private jet.

For new star designers like Serena and Claire, the expenses to attend the LD Jewelry Fashion Week were entirely self-supported.

To save costs, Serena reserved nothing more than an ordinary hotel.

Claire, however, followed Caleb and stayed at a presidential suite in a seven-star hotel.

On the day of the fashion week, when entering the venue, Claire also breezed through the VIP no-check line, successfully bringing in the hydrochloric acid disguised as perfume.