Lana. I know what you mean
mean” Zaire flashed a goodnatured smile at her and she finally relaxed.
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She took a sip of hereoffer. It had gone a bit cold so it did not scald her tongue as it did for Zaire when he first tasted it.
The rich taste of coffee burst in her mouth, giving off the calming and soothing feeling she always felt when she had her morning coffee
Although the smile in Zaire’s Lace was light and cheerful, his eyes held a tinge of sadness. He saw that Laria was sti
still wary about him
He watched Lana and smiled at the contented look on her face as she savored her coffee. His eyes poved over her face, half dazed as he admired the beauty of her heart – shaped face. Her red hair which she styled to the side was luscious and tendrils of red curls framed her face.
Decasionally, she would raise a well manicured hand to brush a tendril from her face as she sapped from her coffee.
Lana looked up and her soft green eyes fell on Zaire’s piercing ones which were watching her. She averted her gaze immediately, her face crimson from the
Zaire still kept his eyes on her face, his lips curving into a lazy smile as he watched her turn pink. He knew the effect his stare had on her and he enjoyed teasing her immensely
Lanacleared her throat, glanced at Zaire and a light frown crossed her face at the mischievous smile still on his face.
She really couldn’t stand his teasing.
Diego, who stood behind Lana, could not restrain himself from rolling his eyes upward at the behavior of the two,
He was already and to the way Zaire teased Lana because the duo spent a lot of time together yet it still irked him, when he saw Zaice flirting with his young CLO
Zaire was a fashionable, devilishly handsome man but Diego had always thought of him as someone who was a ladies man or a playboy. He did not want that land of person for La
Although, it wasn’t his place to decide. He sighed as he realized this, his brows raised with resignation. If Lana decided to be with the young master Zaire, he could do absolutely nothing about it.
Lana’s took on a defiant glint and she gave Zaice a withering glare “You still haven’t told me why you came all the way from Oakcrest city, Zaire. Is something the matter?
Zaire blinked, as he wrenched his besotted gare from Lana’s face. He swallowed hard to clear his sudden dry throat,
oli, that’s right, I have news about Pierre Evans, Lana.” he said.
“Oh my God, really?!” Lana’s eyes widened at the mention of those words. Her face softened immediately as a beautiful smile stretched her lips. She placed the saucer with the coffee cup carefully on the table, her hands going to cover her mouth as she stared at Zaire with awe,
abrilliant smile as she
Seeing her reaction, Zaite was almost lost in her beauty again but he blinked and readied himself. Nodding at her question, he flashed her ab could not help smiling at him
“Thank you, Zaire. Thank you so much!” She said softly, her eyes filled with relief and joy.
Piette Evans was the dear friend and mentor of Lana’s mother, and as a also a very talented fashion designer. When Mei died, Pleste had gone into hiding at the
are time with Lane
He was atsition icon and had mentored thousands of students, but he had disappeared from the public about the same time Lana’s mother died.
And that was nine years ago.
When Lana decided to go back into fashion designing, she had thought of Piene and wished to see him.
It would be amazing to have the same man who taught her mother to also mentor her, but here was nowhere to be found. Now, live years later, she had found him and it was all due to Zaire..
Herheard was
was filled with cla
a gratitude as she looked at Zalte. He stated back at her, his eyes boring into los sensually.
Five years ago, the Femandez Empire had also given Zaire the investment he had asked for.
The Ludovic Empire had flourished all the more since them and the investment was returned in three years.
Since the Ludovic Empire was mostly into the fashion and Entertainment Industry, Lana received a lot of help to them.
Zaire was quite influential and she gained a lot of connection from hà
him, especially when she began ALLURE.
She’d forever be grateful to him, and now he had also helped her to fulfill one of her heartfelt desires.
Finding her mom’s memor.
ang’s heart twisted in here again with guilt, as she thought of how much help she had received from him and how she had most times played dumb to how he
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She really did not want to make him uncomfortable but she would be a fool if she claimed she did not recognize the underlying meaning beneath his kind treatment to her. But she was not ready and had decided she would never be ready.
Acestamache in betheart still made yet wary of devilishly handsome men, and she refused to let them play with her heartstrings.
Wrenching her eyes away from him, she sighed and looked down, biting her bottom lip
“How can lever thank yon, Zaire? I’m so grateful for this,” She said softly “I wonder how I can repay you.”
Zaire shrugged, his broad shoulders rippling beneath his expensive suit..
“Actually, you can repay me now” he said and Lana looked up at him, startled.
“Heally? What do you want?” she asked, eager to hear how she should repay his wonderful Indness.
Zaire grinned “Your hear. Your love.”
Lana blinked, blushing once again and Diego groaned silently as he muttered “what the hell?”
“Zaire_come on
Zaire Laughed, as his eyes dance with mith “Relax, I was just kidding. Can’t a man malo a joke around here?
Lama laughed nervously as she breathed in relict. Zaire’s answer had caught her off guard and she was more rattled than she let on
well, then what really do you want?” she prodded.
“Nothing much.” Zaire relaxed back in his chair as he spoke, his voice more serious now “just the services of the most talented designer in the country.
Lana cocked an eyebrow at him “The most talented designer in the country. That would be…
She trailed off a
as Zaire gave her another mowing smile and Lana looked away immediately, biting her lips.
How had he known? T
Five years ago, when Lana had gone to fashion school, she had shown immense talent which made her catch the eye of top designers. She participated in contests and won them. Her designs were marketed and wom by fashion icons and her fame was spread abroad.
However, the decided she was not ready for that kind of attention but she still wanted to bring her designs to life.
And she did, under a pseudonym and in secrecy.
Zaire looked at her and nodded at her shocked look. However, her eyes only widened all the more as he spoke the next words.
“I need your services, Muse.”
