Chapter 887:
“Perfect. I’ll give him a call later to check if he comes back,” Christina replied with a cheerful grin.
Perched high on the summit of Cloudcrest Heights stood Cloudcrest Estate, cloaked in gentle mist. It was the best place in the city to admire the full splendor of Dorfield’s scenery—especially at night, when the twinkling lights turned the city into a sea of stars.
Edwin watched as Dylan tried on yet another jet-black custom-made suit. At this point, he’d lost track of how many tailored pieces Dylan had already tried. Just what kind of occasion could possibly call for this level of over-the-top preparation?
Edwin scratched his head in confusion, unable to think of a single upcoming event that would explain this much fuss over wardrobe.
“How does this one look on me?” Dylan asked without turning from the mirror. He casually adjusted the gemstone cufflinks on his sleeves and glanced at his reflection from the side, still not convinced whether the suit hit the mark.
“You look amazing. Honestly, with a face and build like yours, even a trash bag would look like designer wear,” Edwin spoke frankly, fully convinced of his own words. Dylan was universally acknowledged as a walking masterpiece—his looks and physique were top-tier on a global scale.
Edwin couldn’t think of a single person who could even come close. If Dylan didn’t have such an intimidating aura, everyone at the office—regardless of gender—would be lining up to get close to him.
“Out of all the suits I’ve tried on, which one looks the best?” Dylan asked, his expression as blank as ever.
Edwin responded with a question of his own, “Are you heading to some kind of formal dinner?”
He couldn’t help being curious—Dylan was acting way too serious, like he was gearing up for his own wedding or something.
𝖁𝖎𝖊𝖜 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖌ⲁ𝖑𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝗌・𝖈𝖔𝖒
“It’s a birthday banquet,” Dylan replied flatly.
That finally jogged Edwin’s memory—Margot’s birthday was coming up next month. But still, it felt far too early for all this fuss.
“But your grandmother’s birthday celebration isn’t till next month. Why the rush?” Edwin asked, puzzled.
Dylan shot him a frosty glare. “Edwina Green.”
That shut Edwin up in an instant. He’d just stepped into it. Every time Dylan addressed him by the name his parents had picked when they thought he’d be a baby girl, it meant he’d seriously ticked Dylan off.
Edwin stood there awkwardly, with no idea what to say. Just as the awkward tension reached its peak, the sound of a ringing phone came to the rescue.
As Dylan drew back his cold, piercing gaze, Edwin quietly let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Whoever had made that call deserved a thank-you gift—and a standing ovation. Talk about perfect timing.
Dylan glanced down at his phone, and the chill in his expression began to thaw ever so slightly. A subtle smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and his spirits soared. Christina was calling him—it was a rare occurrence, and it lit him up inside like an overexcited child.
“Hello,” Dylan answered, his voice low, soft, and slightly drawn out.
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