Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez

Yvette remained calm as she took out her phone and dialed Sienna.

Sienna immediately picked up when she saw the call. “Hello, Ms. Zeller. How is it? Did you see anything you like?” The last time Ms. Zeller had sent her thirty sketches, Sienna had only managed to produce ten of them due to her hospital stay. She had intended to display them in Betrico, but they had all been brought over by Alan for this occasion, along with her own designs.

Yvette glanced at Allen who was standing next to her and casually said, “Hmm, can’t choose, keep them all.”

eyes widened as

Sienna let out a dramatic gasp, loud enough to make Alan flinch. He recognized that voice all too well. His he stared at Yvette and the phone in her hand. She had just called Ms. Sterling directly–that was bold. But even so, Alan was certain Sienna wouldn’t agree to such an unreasonable request. Even if Ms. Sterling agreed, the mysterious owner of “Vibe” certainly wouldn’t,‘ he thought.

Yvette handed the phone to Alan. “Sienna has something to say

Alan took the phone with both hands and moved to a corner. “Ms. Sterling, hello. This is Alan. About Ms. Zeller’s request, I think…”

Before he could finish, Sienna cut him off, “Oh, I know. Let her have all the dresses.” Sienna’s tone with Allen was completely different from how she spoke to Yvette, there was a bit more seriousness and sincerity in her voice.

Alan was stunned. His hands shook as he almost dropped the phone. Did he hear that correctly? Ms. Sterling had just agreed to such an unreasonable demand? That was absurd. Even if Sienna were a close family member of this lady, she didn’t have the authority to break “Vibe’s” rules. He glanced over at Yvette, who was lounging calmly on the sofa, her demeanor regal and indifferent. After a moment of hesitation, Alan steeled himself and replied, “Ms. Sterling, I hope you’ve thought this through. If we do this, it could become a major PR issue for ‘Vibe. If we set this precedent, what will other clients think?”

On the other end, Sienna paused and cleared her throat. “It doesn’t matter what others think. What matters is that Ms. Zeller likes it.” The truth was, “Vibe” had been created by Yvette herself, and all the rules were set by her. The rumors about “Vibe’s” marketing strategies were nonsense; the real reason behind the exclusivity was simply that Yvette was too lazy to get involved. Most designers struggled with inspiration, but Yvette was simply too uninterested to produce more, which was why she had implemented the limited–quantity rule.

Alan was taken aback by Sienna’s dismissive tone. He felt she was being biased and responded sternly, “Ms. Sterling, I can’t accept your directive. I request that this issue be reported to the owner for a final decision.” The truth was, Alan had joined “Vibe” because he was captivated by the “Dream” series. He had never seen such stunning designs before and had vowed to work at “Vibe” ever since. Despite his years at the company, his biggest regret was never meeting the mysterious owner of “Vibe.” He had always respected the owner’s vision and wasn’t about to let someone tarnish it, even if it meant standing up to Ms. Sterling.

On the other end of the line, Sienna was getting a headache. She knew Alan’s stubborn temper, and if she didn’t tell him the truth today, there was no way he’d agree. Sienna had transferred him from Mysonna to Betrico precisely because of his. excellent performance, so he could help expand “Vibe’s” commercial presence. After a brief silence, Sienna finally broke it, speaking softly, “Haven’t you always wanted to know who the real owner of ‘Vibe‘ is?”Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Alan was taken aback. ‘Why did Sienna bring up the Boss now?‘ he thought. His voice rose slightly. “Of course, I do. Ms. Sterling, you know how much I’ve longed to meet her.”

Everyone in the living room turned to look at Alan, confused by his outburst. Yvette, sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, remained indifferent, casually playing with her phone. Aurora felt the atmosphere was getting awkward. ‘If “Vibe” refused Yvette, it would be embarrassing for her. With so many people present, word would definitely get out, and Yvette’s reputation would suffer, she thought. Aurora clenched her teeth, determined that if it came down to it, she’d do whatever it took to make sure they left with the dresses. She continued thinking ‘Money wasn’t the issue–she just couldn’t let Yvette lose face.‘

Andrew pulled out his phone, intending to call Jeremiah for help. Yvette noticed and, without lifting her gaze, coldly said,

“Put it away.” Andrew immediately shoved his phone back into his pocket. He was bewildered, he thought, ‘Yvette wasn’t even asking Jeremiah for help–why was she acting so confident? Surely, they wouldn’t give her special treatment, even with her connections with president of Mysonna.‘ He sighed, convinced that this was going to end in embarrassment.

Charles, sitting nearby, took a slow sip of water, unbothered. Unlike Andrew and Aurora, he wasn’t worried. “Yvette said the dresses will stay, so they will. No need to worry,” he said.

Andrew looked at Charles, incredulous but said nothing. He couldn’t understand why Charles had such blind faith in Yvette.

Ten minutes later, Alan ended the call, his body stiff as he turned to face Yvette. His eyes were wide, his pupils dilated in shock. His hands trembled at his sides. He was in absolute disbelief, he thought, ‘Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that the muse he’d admired for years was a young woman in her early twenties. But now, it all made sense. Eight years ago, how young had she been when she created the groundbreaking “Dream” series? And here she was, sitting right in front of him. Now, everything clicked into place. Why had they offered home service today? Why could Yvette casually demand to keep thirty haute couture dresses? Because she was simply keeping her own creations. Alan had been the fool all along, stubbornly fighting over something that never should have been an issue.

Of course, only the owner could have Sienna personally make a phone call. Yvette was not just the owner but the chief designer of “Vibe,” and ten of the thirty dresses were her latest designs. After his initial shock, Alan felt a surge of excitement. He had finally met the person he had admired for so long. Sienna had instructed him not to reveal Yvette’s identity, so he would have to pretend he didn’t know.’ Containing his emotions, Alan walked over to the sofa, bowed deeply at ninety degrees to Yvette, and spoke with far more respect than before. His voice even trembled slightly as he said, “Ms. Zeller, would you like us to organize the thirty dresses for you? Where should we send them? I can make adjustments to the sizes right now.

If there’s anything you’re not satisfied with, I can alter it on the spot. Thirty dresses–are they enough? We have another dozen at the store, and if you’d like, I can bring them over for you to choose from.”