F1 Champion's Perfect Crash: When Love Takes The Final Turn novel Chapter 73

A ripple of surprise and uncomfortable coursed through Lukas.

No wonder the two of them seemed so intimate.

He calmly unfurled a dossier before him, "Why you didn't mention it before?"

A bitter smile touched Cole's lips as he answered honestly, "I lost touch with my university acquaintances for a long time. It's been three years since I last saw Aurelia."

Lukas felt a measure of relief hearing this explanation.

He mulled over that he must have deemed Aurelia as his possession, that's why he would feel uncomfortable.

After all, she was an integral part of his family from legal part.

Leaning back in his chair, Lukas spoke casually, "Since you know her well, tell me what you know about her."

Cole pondered briefly, "Aurelia is fiercely loyal and possesses exceptional design talent."

"What do you mean by 'exceptional design talent'?" Lukas arched an eyebrow, seeking further clarity.

Unfaltering, Cole replied candidly, "Amongst all the designers I've encountered, she stands out as the most talented."

A fractional contraction danced within Lukas's pupils, his tone stripped of sentiment. "I wasn't aware you held such a high opinion of her."

Aurelia POV

Meanwhile, I descended to the lower floors.

Even before stepping into the design department, rumors of my participation in the prestigious Century Jewelry Competition had already swept through the office.

Though veiled, people couldn't help making indirect remarks about me.

Yet, I brushed these comments aside, determined not to be affected.

However, the atmosphere took an unexpected turn as someone suddenly mentioned private jewelry customization. A chorus of sour remarks echoed through the office.

"Some people, regardless of how talent, can never match Olivia. Her list of private clients at Strakovski is unparalleled!"

"Yes, apart from our regular seasonal designs, our prime focus here is private customization. We do set a monthly minimum quota for private custom orders!"

"I guess someone won't have a bustling list of clients waiting for their designs."

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My brows knitted as I absorbed the details displayed on the private custom orders document before me.

Indeed, there existed a minimum quota - a financial threshold each client had to meet for personalized orders per month.

Falling short for three consecutive months resulted in bonus deductions and even potential dismissal.

My eyes flickered as my mind drifted back to my tenure at Trifleming. While a few clients had sought me for custom work, the atelier didn't possess a dedicated unit for private custom orders. Furthermore, Jacob had forbidden me from engaging in such undertakings privately.

But now, an avenue had opened up. I resolved to reach out to my previous clients, gauging whether they retained a demand for my expertise.