Chapter 523:
At that name, Christina’s brows lifted slightly. A faint, amused smile curved on her lips. “Allison Fuller? Wasn’t she my protégé? So, Yolanda is dreaming of becoming Allison’s protégé? How delusional. Allison would never lower her standards that far.”
“I don’t care how many titles Yolanda has,” Bethel snapped, her voice full of frustration. “When it comes to real talent in design, the only one I acknowledge is Christina. Yolanda can’t even hold a candle to her!”
Brendon let out a cold laugh. “Christina? She’s nothing but a parasite. She’s lived off the Dawson family for three years. If she were truly talented, she would’ve made a name for herself by now.”
Bethel’s eyes blazed with anger. “Do you even know—” she began, ready to reveal that it was Christina who had saved the Dawson Group with her designs during a crisis. But before she could finish, a loud noise echoed from the hallway.
The two bodyguards standing by the door immediately rushed out to check. Seconds later, both of them were knocked down, groaning on the floor.
“Which asshole is it? Who the hell dares to mess with me?” Brendon shouted, storming toward the door. But he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the man stepping in. His voice caught in his throat. His eyes widened. How could it be Dylan?
Dylan stood tall, cold and composed. His piercing gaze swept across the room like a blade, sharp and calculating. Every step he took oozed authority. An invisible force seemed to sweep through the room, thick and suffocating. Foreheads broke into cold sweat. Spines straightened in instinctive fear. Knees threatened to buckle under the intensity of his gaze. Dylan’s aura was commanding—overwhelming, unyielding.
Everyone except Christina struggled to stay composed. Their jaws clenched, bodies tense, doing everything they could to resist the overwhelming urge to bow before Dylan.
“H-Hello, Mr. Brendon greeted nervously, forcing a smile. Though he resented Dylan deep down, he couldn’t afford to show it. His family didn’t hold nearly as much power as the Scotts, so all he could do was hide his frustration behind politeness.
Dylan’s gaze turned sharp. “So, you called me an asshole?”
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Brendon stiffened, panic flashing across his face. “N-No, not at all. I wasn’t talking about you. It was someone else,” he said quickly, wiping the sweat beading on his forehead.
Just then, Yolanda stepped forward with a sugary smile. “Mr. Scott, what brings you here?”
Dylan didn’t even spare her a glance. He didn’t answer. It was as if she didn’t exist.
Yolanda’s smile faltered. The sting of being so thoroughly ignored made her blood boil. This arrogant man! How dare he humiliate her like this? She clenched her fists, her jaw tight with rage. Just wait—once she became Allison’s protégé, Dylan wouldn’t dare treat her this way again.
Allison’s mentor was a highly respected and elusive figure in the fashion world, with vast connections and a protective nature. Rumor had it that even the Scott family would tread carefully around Allison’s mentor.
Yolanda couldn’t wait to see Dylan curry favor with her when she became Allison’s protégé.
Brendon, noticing Yolanda being so thoroughly dismissed, felt humiliated on her behalf. To him, it was like Dylan had slapped them both in the face. Insulting the woman he cared about felt personal.
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