Chapter 107: Chapter 107

Chapter 107:

After spending three years with Tonya, whose temperament was similar to Harlee’s, he recognized that tone all too well—the calm before the storm.

“Forget it. It’s fine, really. I’ll go along with whatever you decide.” It was clear Harlee was testing him.

As Brixton had expected, Harlee said, “I came here because there’s something I need you to take care of. Once that’s handled, you can break things off with Liliana if you want.

But first, I need your mother to come over. I have to discuss her specific needs for the dresses.”

Brixton inhaled sharply. To discuss his mother’s needs for the dresses? He recalled the butler mentioning that his mother had recently ordered three dresses from Janessa Studio.

Could Harlee be the enigmatic owner of the studio? How unbelievable…

Brixton had already been surprised to learn that Harlee, the recently reconnected daughter of the Sanderson family, actually knew Tonya.

But the discovery of Harlee’s new role came as even more of a shock. Not much was known about her being the mysterious owner of Janessa Studio.

Would Harlee go to great lengths to keep it hidden?

With this in mind, Brixton quickly said, “Harlee, I swear I won’t reveal your secret to anyone.”

Harlee responded with a genuine smile, a rarity for her.

“No need to tense up. I keep a low profile, which is why no one knows I manage the studio.”

Yet, instead of feeling reassured, Brixton only felt a surge of anxiety. Stumbling upon Harlee’s persona was a big deal.

After all, Harlee was Tonya’s best friend.

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He feared nothing except anything related to Tonya. Once anything was involved with Tonya, he became overly cautious.

Brixton had wanted to express his sincerity further, but Harlee’s steady hand on his shoulder stopped him short. She simply pressed down on his shoulder firmly.

“Shouldn’t you be calling your mother?”

Brixton immediately took out his phone, internally scolding himself for being this scared of Tonya, who had conditioned him to react this way.

When Zandra heard Brixton was acquainted with the owner of Janessa Studio, she complimented him extensively, sparing him her usual criticisms.

“Alright. I’m on my way. Wait for me.”

After ending the call, Brixton felt uneasy.

“Harlee, could you maybe treat me a little nicer when my mom arrives?”

Harlee looked up, slightly puzzled.

“My mom seldom praises me,” Brixton smiled broadly and said, “I want her to be more pleased with me.”

Honestly, Brixton didn’t want to constantly be a source of concern for his family, but despite his efforts, he never quite measured up to his older brother.

Brixton seldom received praise from his parents, so he adopted the facade of a playboy, a role in which he excelled.

“You’re quite impressive yourself,” Harlee said.

“Huh?” Brixton was taken aback.

He was quite impressive?

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