Alpha Hayley's Destined Mate novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472 What Did the Sanders Need From You? 

Hayley’s POV: 

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+8 Pearls 

Tanner’s driver stepped out of the car and opened the door for me with respect. I nodded in thanks before slipping into the vehicle. 

“Why are you here?” I asked Tanner, puzzled by his unexpected presence. 

“Ben had something come up and couldn’t make it, so since I was nearby for an event, I thought I’d pick you up,” he explained. 

After instructing his driver to start the car, Tanner turned to me, curious. “What did the Sanders need from you?” 

I looked back at the imposing gates one last time before answering nonchalantly, “Oh, just finalizing some details about the wedding dress.” 

Inside, though, I thought about the mansion’s grandeur and the likely secrets it concealed. I would prefer to stay away from that place going forward. 

Life had already handed me enough complications, and I was not eager to invite more. 

“That’s good,” Tanner replied, clearly relieved. He then added a cautious note, “The Sanders are complicated. It’s wise not to get too entangled with them.” 

He then handed me a sleek invitation card. 

“This is for the Creative Night event tonight. It’s hosted by some of the country’s top designers. There will be a lot of new pieces on display. I thought you might like to join me.” 

I examined the invitation, recognizing the significance of the event. 

“Creative Night” was not just a showcase; it was a networking hub for the fashion industry, where behind- the–scenes meetings between designers and potential clients could be arranged via bids on the models‘ numbers. 

Initially indifferent, Tanner’s invitation made it difficult to decline. I agreed to accompany him. 

Upon arriving and receiving a mask at the entrance, I felt a bit more at ease. 

Hidden behind the mask, I could avoid unnecessary attention and enjoy the evening without the usual hassles. 

After the show, nothing particularly caught my eye, but I selected one design that was decent, noted down its number and price, and headed out early to the restroom. 

When I exited, I noticed a man standing with his back to the door. 

At first glance, I mistook him for a model due to his posture, but the strap of a mask on his head revealed he was also a guest. 

I briefly let my eyes rest on him for a couple of seconds before turning away to leave. 

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Tue, Jan 

Chapter 472 What Did the Sanders Need From You? 

“Can I help you?” I asked, my impatience evident in my tone.