Novel & Cerita Billionaire Fashion Designers

I asked, hoping it would be a lie. " Let me tell Thom. You know Drek's Global?" " Who doesn't know the billionaire. I was small when he died but his name still remain fresh". " Good. You know why it kept on been fresh in your heart,huh?" Granny,can you stop this, my mind trying to pour out but I dare not. " I-- don't know". " That is because he was as prudent as a baby, generous, having that broad heart in accomdating even a mad fellow ". She paused, relaxed in the dining a bit before continuing.

"I need to go to my boutique, Tyler. My personal, private designer boutique downtown. I need to select the perfect dresses for myself, a sharp tailored suit for little Leo, and something absolutely breathtaking for tomorrow night. I want to make sure our garments reflect the absolute sovereignty of what we are about to reclaim." "Your personal boutique?" Tyler raised an eyebrow, a proud, amused smile curving his lips. He loved her independent, fierce drive. She didn't rely on the Vanes or his family's wealth; she had built her own exclusive, high end fashion line over the last seven years, catering to the most elite clientele in New York. "Of course, my queen. Let's get our armor ready."

Atif answered. "Thank you in advance Sir." Vanesa said with a sweet smile in her face trying to catch the attention of Atif. But Atif just ignored that. Atif knew what was behind that smile. He knew that Vanesa wanted to be noticed by him. And that thing is not new to Atif. Atif used in those kind of situations. Many girls, ladies or women behave like that in front of Atif. They aspire to become Atif's girlfriend or wife. Because Atif is not just a successor of Haris in his position as a Chief Executive Officer of the large scale company H & A Summit Holdings, Inc. He has a lot of money, in his young age-he is considered a billionaire.

Violet didn't want to waste time with such pitiful company so she refused. That man's name is Alex, the representative and founder of this BIZ company. For many reasons, the company is currently in financial difficulty, the fashion designers have all left and now no one wants to stay. But Alex didn't want to hire amateur designers, even though he wasn't professional, he wanted that designer to create products that people liked. Violet was a perfect choice, Alex had never heard of her, but the clothes she designed made Alex ecstatic and loved. And what Alex did not expect was that the creator of those beautiful clothes was a girl named Nana who was very young and had the same appearance as bi

she asked him. Confused, Alexander asked, "Forgotten what?" not knowing what Kate meant. Kate smiled and replied, "I'm a fashion designer, and I have a nice eye-catching dress to wear," she said with a sense of pride. Alexander's curiosity got the better of him as he asked Kate if he could see the eye-catching dress she had mentioned. Kate walked over to her suitcase and pulled out a neatly folded black dress. She walked over to Alexander and unfolded the dress, revealing an intricate design that left Alexander in awe.

I was wondering if he truly meant what he said. "Okay...this us getting real." I said to myself as I walk thought the guy's closet in the mall to shoo some of my favorite designers like, Loiuse vuitton, Gucci, vassace, G&B, and lot more. In as much as I don't have that level to be buying those designers yet, but I had eye on them and know how to put them together to make sense. I genuinely love how Mr. Lim allow me to do my thing.

Jack said and Regina nodded her head in response. The following day, armed with Jack's private card, the driver As she entered the upscale boutique, a dazzling array of dresses greeted her. However, the overwhelming options left her feeling a bit lost. All the dinner gowns had one opening or the other, one had a slit that was far up to the waistline, the other one barely covered her buttocks.

She raised her head with a smile. "It is," She giggled as she fought the urge to jump on him. It was a letter from Chris Williams inviting him to make a portrait of his mother but it would be done in his mansion. He is paying him Two billion dollars. Chris Williams is one of the most successful businessmen in Chicago "Do we leave this evening?" She asked giggling with excitement. "No, we start tomorrow. I have to get some stuff today and we are going grocery shopping." "Grocery shopping?" She furrowed her brows. "Why are we going grocery shopping?"

The cashier shook her head in disapproval, “No, ma’am are you not Melissa? These designers gowns belong to you and the ones you bought have been paid for. You don’t have to bother yourself paying for them anymore.” I had never been so overwhelmed yet I was perplexed as a mouse that missed its way. “Can you listen to yourself? How come? I can’t recall making purchase for these designers. They are too expensive. I can’t even afford them.” I placed the twenty gowns on her desk, “Please here are the gowns I want…” The cashier insisted, “No, ma’am a billionaire’s son by name Rod Benson has paid for it, even he bought you these designers gowns to add to the ones you have. He is in his convoy outs

He wasn’t even listed as a board member. And yet—he was here . Representing it. Handling negotiations. Acting like he had every right to sit across from me and disrupt my entire schedule. How he even knew about the presence of that company in Paris was something I still couldn’t wrap my head around. The man behind it was an old, deeply rooted businessman—someone with decades of influence in the fashion and luxury manufacturing industry. A powerful designer house known for fabric innovation, diamond embellishments, and rare materials. A man who trusted very few people .