“Clothes that every woman dreams of owning. Clothes that even the commoners can aspire to.”
This included Princess Annblin. Naturally, she wouldn’t wear Lancelot Loren out of pride, but Madam Loren wanted to make her desperately desire them.
“We’re in the same boat. I can’t swim.”
Yet, she saw a new desire beyond such petty vendettas. From the royal court to Lancelot House, and then in the carriage to Lancelot Hotel, she envisioned a new future.
Not just a royal exclusive designer, but a designer for the people of Brit Kingdom.
With Lancelot’s corporate wings, nothing was impossible.
“My silence, or lack thereof, entirely depends on you.”
Madam Loren flashed a meaningful smile.
“The success or failure of Lancelot Loren, too, rests in your hands. The decision is yours.”
Madam Loren gazed at Edgar confidently, her smile silent.
Such a fox.
She was as skilled a negotiator as she was a tailor. She also cleverly shifted the responsibility of a potential business failure onto Edgar by giving him the decision-making power.
Silence stretched as they smiled at each other.
Edgar turned his head to look out the window. Evening had fully set in. The city lights shone brightly, including the resplendent lights of the soon-to-open Leopold Hotel.
The fashion industry.
It was the first time Edgar was venturing into a field before Johann. A strange sense of challenge stimulated him.
“Bring me the business plan. I can’t afford to embrace losses and sink.”
“Of course. Times are changing. Lancelot Loren will undoubtedly succeed.”
Determination blazed in Madam Loren’s eyes. She couldn’t let her three-decade-built empire crumble just because of one prestigious client, even if it was the Princess of Brita.
Pleased with the outcome, Madam Loren began to stand, straightening her attire.
“That necklace.”
“Are you referring to Anne Julesvert?”
“Include it in the purchase.”
The abrupt proposal took Madam Loren aback.
“Forgive me, but that’s classified as my personal asset.”
“That’s why. I’ll buy it this time.”
The decision-making power shifted back to Madam Loren.
“Shouldn’t I set a condition too, for fairness?”
Edgar’s eyes, twinkling with amusement, glanced at the wall clock. It was just past six-ten.
Olivia, accompanied by Ann, visited International Bank again.
“It’s an honor to serve you.”
The employee, who stood up immediately upon seeing her, greeted Olivia with a respectful bow. Having realized Olivia Blanchett’s importance as a client after the recent incident, his attitude seemed almost servile.
Olivia realized the necessity of a safety deposit box after the attack by Earl Blanchett. She meticulously filled out the application form for a personal safe, handed to her by the bank employee.
The scandal of the Rose Ball had barely quieted down when she found herself embroiled in gossip with Edgar again, but fortunately, she managed to avoid financial ruin. However, she couldn’t wholly rejoice.
‘There’s a condition.’
‘……’
In the carriage, asking for identity verification, Edgar had said this with a suggestive smile.
Olivia had only requested a favor for winning the bet, but Edgar attached a condition to her wish. It was unfair, but Olivia decided to hear him out.
‘Please, tell me.’
No matter how absurd the condition, Olivia was not in a position to refuse. Edgar was well aware of this.
At that moment, Edgar Lancelot Lancelot was her only salvation.
The Male lead Always Seduces Her with His Beauty (Matriarchy)
Xin Jiao Zhou is the leader of the world’s premier sect. She has just experienced betrayal from all sides, was poisoned in an assassination attempt, and faced death squad attacks while the poison was taking effect. After finally clearing out the scum from her sect, she was drugged again while trying to detoxify.
After waking up from a night of unconsciousness, she gained a “beautiful and kind-hearted” husband.
Xin Jiao Zhou: “???”
He fell ill.
She came to see him, bringing breakfast.
As she put down the breakfast and was about to leave, his hand slipped while holding the spoon. “Clank!”
She turned around upon hearing the noise.
He looked up at her, his eyebrows drooping: “My hand… has no strength.”
“Shall I… feed you?” she asked tentatively.
He opened his mouth cheerfully: “Ah—”
Thinking she was drowning, he jumped in without hesitation to save her, but nearly drowned himself. In the end, it was she who swam over to rescue him, giving him air underwater.
After emerging from the water, his ear tips turned red. He lightly brushed his cheek, tucking his sideburns behind his ear, revealing delicate, pink-tinged ear tips. He lowered his gaze, too embarrassed to look at her.
Xin Jiao Zhou: He’s truly beautiful, kind-hearted, and adorable.
A certain someone when disciplining subordinates behind the scenes: “If they don’t obey, just kill them.”
What’s that? She might already have someone she cares about in her heart? A certain someone: Find out who it is, kill them, and then there won’t be anyone.
What? She met a man by the riverside? What? That man even hurt her? A certain someone: Whichever hand hurt her, chop off his entire arm.
Love at first sight without realizing it, gradually falling in love, slowly getting closer…
Family and national grudges, schemes and desires, good and evil, crime and punishment, she and he face the future together, seeking justice with passion!
A naturally dark female lead who could accidentally destroy the world but is actually an honest person VS a weak, pitiful, and helpless but skilled fighter, beautiful white-cut black male lead
My heart is not of stone, how steadfast is your love? — Tao Yuanming “Imitating the Ancients (No. 3)”
— Reading Guide —
Cold female lead & dramatic black lotus with hidden yandere traits male lead
