Chapter 244

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This made Linsey feel even more remorseful.
She had been unsettled by how close Kylee and Collin appeared just last night, yet here was Kylee, exhibiting such magnanimity and professionalism. No wonder she was a star.
A pang of guilt struck Linsey, and she nodded earnestly.
“Don’t worry. Your trust in me won’t be misplaced. I’ll give this design my all,” Linsey assured Kylee.
“I have faith in you,” Kylee said, encouraging her with a smile.
They continued to discuss the design specifics for some time.
Soon after, Linsey rose to leave.
As the door to the reception room shut, Kylee’s warm smile disappeared instantly.
Her face turned stone cold, her eyes flaring with open malice and hatred.
“Linsey,” she muttered through clenched teeth.
Taking a deep breath, she picked up a sterilized hand towel and began meticulously cleaning her hands.
“Dealing with you disgusts me,” Kylee sneered.
Once done, she threw the towel into the trash with a sharp, disdainful gesture, as though she were discarding Linsey herself.
Recalling Linsey’s earnest reply, she twisted her lips into a scornful sneer. “Linsey, your naivety borders on stupidity,” she said with a chilly laugh. “Do you consider yourself a renowned designer? Do you actually believe I respect your skills?”
Her eyes narrowed menacingly, a calculating expression flickering across her face.
“Linsey, just you wait. This time, you’ll endure severe consequences and realize what it means to vie with me over a man.”
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Linsey was unexpectedly pleased to find that Kylee was still open to collaboration.
Determined to prove herself, Linsey decided to invest extra effort to perfect her design. Thus, she began to work extended hours and, within two days, finished the initial draft.
Upon submitting the draft to Kylee, she promptly received a positive response.
With the draft approved, Linsey was ready to start on the final product. Her plan was to collaborate with several skilled colleagues as she had previously.
However, when she approached Coen for assistance, he outright declined.
“Linsey, working with Kylee differs from our previous project with Anthea,” Coen explained gravely. “The gown Kylee will debut at her first public appearance since returning from abroad must remain strictly confidential.” He continued, “Should this design leak and be disseminated by those with hidden agendas, it could damage both her image and our reputation. Therefore, you must handle the completion of this gown independently. Do you understand?”
Coen glanced at Linsey, then paused as if recalling something. “It’s not easy making the dress on your own, but Kylee gave us plenty of time. You don’t need to stress. You’ll have more than enough time to finish it.”
Considering Kylee’s superstar status, Linsey figured that made sense. She sighed, still hesitant. “What about my other work?”
“I’ll take care of everything,” Coen immediately assured her. “Just focus on Kylee’s dress for the next few days.” His reassurance eased her worries.
For the next week, Linsey spent nearly every waking hour in the studio, cutting fabric and refining details. More often than not, she worked straight through meals, completely absorbed.
Each day, it was Collin’s calls that pulled her away from her work, reminding her to take a break.
After several more days of meticulous work, Linsey finally completed the dress. She stepped back and took in the finished design. A deep sense of accomplishment settled over her.
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