“Tennis attire, it’s your first time, right?”

It was a tone filled with annoyance.

“Yes,” Meicheon replied, lowering her gaze.

“Have you ever played?”

She didn’t like tennis, let alone horseback riding or even boating.

Engaging in activities under the sun was a shortcut to ruining the skin.

“No, I haven’t. I just convey messages.”

Anblin furrowed her brow.

What more conversation could she have with someone like this?

Anblin bluntly instructed to send the woman away.

Though Meicheon pleaded for another chance, her plea vanished as the door closed, but Anblin’s head throbbed.

Was there really no talent in Brittany?

“Reconsider.”

Anblin walked behind the partition and instructed her secretary Cecil to look for a new designer.

This was the third time.

The designer from Château, famous for tennis attire, was too common, and the inexperienced designer only focused on appearances.

By now, Anblin was increasingly regretting the hasty dismissal of Madam Lauren.

The dress design Madam Lauren proposed was vividly etched in her mind.

She thought to herself that it was indeed Madam Lauren’s style, fresh and innovative.

She wanted to wear it at this tournament.

She pressed forcefully, and on her withdrawn red lips, there was a clear lipstick mark.

It was quite frustrating when thinking about the necklace incident. However, as a result, Eve Lauren Boutique suffered a significant blow.

Perhaps that was enough.

“I changed my mind, Cecil.”

Anblin, who had changed her clothes, said to her secretary.

“Call that woman again.”

“Are you referring to Meicheon?”

“No, Madam Lauren.”

“….”

It was a determined expression that made a firm decision after much contemplation.

The long afternoon sunlight streamed down, casting shadows on the lace curtains’ patterns on the table.

Even after Ann, who quietly set down her teacup and left, the two remained silent for a while.

Since Olivia didn’t know that the person Edga mentioned would be Madam Lauren.

Olivia couldn’t decide how to handle the current situation.

She couldn’t trust Madam Lauren, who ignored the client’s wishes. So, sending her away was the right thing to do, if not for Edga.

“I’m sorry, Miss Blanshet.”

Madam Lauren, who finally spoke, apologized.

Olivia quietly stared at Madam Lauren.

“Sincerely.”

The sunlight gathered on the teacup, which no longer emitted steam.

The gaze that had been staring at Olivia shifted in that direction. Then, those sharp eyes were confident again.

“Please give me a chance to make amends, Miss Blanshet.”

‘Whether she’ll accept it or not. That’s my condition for taking over.’

Edga’s words to her when he went with the business plan in hand were ringing in her ears.

So, Olivia had to make sure she chose herself.

If she wanted, she could even kneel.
She didn’t expect that the self-esteem that remained unyielding in front of the haughty princess would bend in front of this woman, but it wasn’t important.

“Why should I do that?”

Madam Lauren’s eye area trembled with a sarcastic tone. She felt deceived by the weak appearance.

The eyes that she thought were like a tranquil lake seemed to have an immensely deep abyss.

“Please just turn back.”

Olivia said firmly.

It was a matter that had nothing to do with her, whether Ranslot acquired Lauren or Lauren acquired Ranslot.

She still had no intention of forgiving Madam Lauren, who had used her, and she simply didn’t want to work with such a person again.

This won’t be easy.

Sweat droplets trickled down Madam Lauren’s spine.

“You don’t have to apologize. I won’t ask for mercy. I won’t easily forgive either. Miss Blanshet.”

Madam Lauren straightened her back, meeting Olivia’s gaze.

“But still, you should give at least a minimal chance.”

Olivia, frozen with a strong attitude, was speechless. This shameless apology was a first.

“I don’t want to work with someone I can’t trust.”

Olivia’s attitude was tough. Madam Lauren couldn’t retreat.

Behind was a cliff, and without Ranslot, there was no place for her in Brittany.

Even at this age, she, who was supposed to be flourishing, ended up as the owner of a countryside boutique.

“It’s hard to believe me. Don’t trust me. Instead.”

The eyes, clouded with the weariness of middle age, were resolute. Twisting the edge of her apron, Madam Lauren said,

“Use me. Blanshet.”

“……. ”

“Use me. Miss Blanshet.”

Faint smile lines trembled in the corners of Madam Lauren’s eyes.

“There is no designer in this country who surpasses me.”

“You disappointed me with your excellent skills.”

Madam Lauren hit the nail on the head. The vividly colored lips were tightly sealed.

No matter how eloquent, she wouldn’t be able to say anything in this situation.

But she had to survive. She, who had let her gaze slip, slowly raised her head.

“My life is at stake in your hands. You can use me. I’ll do anything you want. So.”

Her muffled voice was desperate.

“Please, accept me. Miss Blanshet.”

Madam Lauren kneeled.