From Wife To Fashion Tycoon

art." Dolores eyed Lacey triumphantly, her eyebrows arching. "

ze on Dolores, her fingers instinctively

words pierced

's silence, Dolo

from humble beginnings. There's a vast divide b

cast her gaze downward, offering no response as

censed by Lacey

ior pedigree compared to you. You're nothing but an orphan w

or turned icy

limits. She wouldn't toler

ly, "Perhaps you should get your eyes checked. You take Sylvia as a

rt ignited D

to mock he

forward, poised

and stated firmly, "Let's be clear. I am your

ook off Dol

ores tumbled onto the

at Lacey, seething, "Lacey! How

grabbed her suitcase and exited th

study, her face contorted with rag

o was engrossed in company documents, and l

word his mother uttered. Dolores' announcement of Lacey's departure momentarily fr

ad trul

e, he couldn't contend with the

's anguish-filled cries of Ch

ne she loved deeply, the

ent years searching for Christophe

e found himself unable to deciphe

Nevaeh Elliott, was perplexed by h

ar?" Nevaeh inquired, conc

cey responded vaguely, "Just felt

ion on her face, Nevaeh ref

ries with her, Lacey retr

e awoke as usual, intendi

her peace was shattered by t

t the caller ID through sleepy eyes. Seeing it wa

our expertise for a special hairstyle!" the

rred on by the director's insistence, she skipp

mentioned by the direc

urn, the director insisted she remain in the studio, c

r in the studio, battling sleepiness. Sudden

lvia Barnes signed with Owe

who recently returned

ah.

background. Lacey's brow furrowed, a

ggested a divorce. Coincidentally,

once again reminded of Sylvia's

the studio until 2 PM,

phone chimed w

stily ch

le is sorted. You're no long

d towards the design room, her face flush

with the sight of the director warmly w