Chapter 109: Chapter 109

Chapter 109:

“Those are all my requests. I trust your judgment, Miss Sanderson. Please design them based on the impression you have of me,” Zandra said, smiling.

“Alright, I’ll have the sketches ready for you to look over within a week.”

After recording Zandra’s preferences and finalizing the design ideas for the three dresses, Harlee slipped the notebook into her large bag.

Then, Zandra gave Harlee a meaningful look and asked, “By the way, Miss Sanderson, do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Then my second son…” Zandra paused, her brows furrowing.

“Never mind. My second son is a bit of a disappointment. My eldest son is far better.

He is handsome, kind, and well-mannered.”

“I would like to introduce you to him.”

Harlee’s expression turned into a slight frown.

Had she reached the age where everyone was trying to set her up? A look of resignation flashed in her eyes as she politely declined, saying, “Thank you for thinking of me, Mrs. Torres, but I…”

“Do you not like this type?” Zandra frowned before perking up again.

“Oh, I have a younger brother who’s quite the catch.

He’s a bit older, but…”

Harlee quickly interjected, “Uh, Mrs. Torres, thank you for your kindness, but I’m currently not interested in dating.”

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Worried that Zandra might continue her matchmaking, Harlee quickly made her exit.

“Mrs. Torres, I have another engagement, so I’ll take my leave now.” With that, Harlee slung her bag over her shoulder and hurried out.

She had a dinner planned with Rhys at six o’clock at the Grand Oak.

The Grand Oak, a renowned six-star hotel chain in Baythorn, was celebrated for its luxury and exclusivity, offering not only accommodations but also sports, leisure activities, and fine dining. The ground floor featured a casual buffet, while the sixty-sixth floor hosted a sophisticated, reservation-only restaurant with window seating. Sitting by the windows, one could take in a breathtaking view of Baythorn’s skyline, particularly mesmerizing at night with its glittering stars and countless lights.

Upon entering the restaurant, Harlee turned heads, drawing attention from social notables, company CEOs, and distinguished scholars. Rhys, of course, was among them, waiting discreetly in a corner.

Harlee flashed a smile.

“Sorry, I’m late.”

“Actually, I just arrived early.” Rhys, speaking in his deep, resonant voice, courteously offered Harlee a chair.

Just as they were settling in, Rhys’ phone rang with an international call from Aaron.

Harlee smiled and signaled him to answer.

“Go ahead.”

Rhys hesitated and then excused himself.

“Sorry, I need to take this.”

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