After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire -
Chapter 964 Harmony
Chapter 964 Harmony
"Mr George and Miss Besse, nice to meet you." Susan greeted them proactively.
"Lovely to meet you, Mr and Mrs Johnson." Doyle reached out his hand.
Susan was surprised, "Do you know us?"
"I know all the guests attending today's press conference." Doyle smiled charmingly.
"We just came along by accident," Susan said in amazement.
Doyle smiled even brighter, "I wrote the invitation to invite you, I don't know how Mrs Johnson got this idea?"
Susan thought seriously for a moment. She suddenly turned her head to Manuel and asked, "When did you receive the invitation?"
Manuel certainly wouldn't tell Susan that he had received it half a month ago. In other words, when Little Bunny gave Susan the invitation letters, he had already received an invitation for them for a week.
"It seems that there is an interesting story between Mr and Mrs Johnson." Doyle joked around.
Susan got a little bit angry with Manuel inside, since if it weren't for Little Bunny giving her the invitation letters she would have missed such a great fashion show event.
"Are they your children?" Doyle tactfully changed the subject.
"Well..." Susan thought about it for a moment before answering with certainty, "Yes."
After all, they were godchildren to her.
"They are very cute. Besse likes them too."
Susan couldn't help but look at Besse, who seemed to be constantly watching Salem. Besse noticed Susan's gaze and turned back towards her, saying, "They are so adorable." "Thank you." Susan nodded politely while facing Besse again closely, and that made her feel some emotions stirring inside once more.
For a moment, Susan wished this woman could be Hannah.
"I always thought Besse was a gentleman." Said Susan suddenly, trying to change the topic so as not to become too sentimental. "That's what people outside say." Replied Besse with laughter, "But it didn't affect me much, nor did I bother clarifying things."
"I knew men could never understand women's tastes!" exclaimed Susan without hesitation.
"I'm glad you like my work."
"I do! Last time I almost died from anger because I couldn't get hold of your limited edition first release!"
"Is that so?" Besse looked directly into Susan's eyes.
Besse had a personality that was different from the typical upper-class socialite, making her easy to get along with. Manuel couldn't help but wonder if they had met before, as there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity to her inside of him.
"I'll have a custom-made bag for you from our new line next quarter."
"Really?" Susan was as excited as a child.
"Really," the woman confirmed with a smile.
"I thought I'd have to do some convincing! Rumours say Doyle and Besse are difficult to deal with." Susan blurted out.
Manuel coughed politely beside her. After all these years, she still hadn't changed her impulsive nature.
"It's true we can be difficult at times." Besse admitted nonchalantly, "But I like your personality."
She continued to explain, "Designers tended to be obsessed, to create unique pieces that were truly their own. Doyle is an example. While he appeared charming and polite on the outside, he could become irritable and aggressive when designing alone in his room like a lion, who didn't want anyone near him."
"Is that so?" Susan asked curiously. Her thirst for knowledge made her seem almost childlike at times. And that was something that could make others question her maturity level occasionally but also made people feel energized by being around her positive energy most of the time.
"Do I come off that extreme?" Doyle complained playfully after hearing about himself being compared to a lion earlier on in their conversation
"Yes." Besse nodded before adding jokingly, "You take it too far sometimes."
"Do you hate me then?"
"Nope." Besse laughed softly before continuing, "Because when you're around me, you turn into a little bunny rabbit instead."
"You two are lovers?!" Susan blurted out directly.
Besse hadn't even answered yet when Doyle jumped in quickly, "Fiancés actually, we're getting married later this year!" "When exactly?!" Susan couldn't wait any longer for details.
"In six or seven months tops." He replied confidently while smiling at his fiancé lovingly.
"Oh, wow, congratulations!! If news about your wedding is announced, soon enough Karami's market value will skyrocket again!" "Well then thank you for your good wishes!" Doyle laughed warmly while hugging Besse tighter. Besse showed her acquiescence. "Beauty and brains," Susan commented again.
"Mr and Mrs Johnson are also a match made in heaven." Doyle sincerely praised, "And your two children are simply outstanding."
Susan wasn't sure if Doyle was complimenting her or the kids. The children weren't hers. But they were more exceptional than her and Manuel. Oh well, she would take it as a genuine compliment anyway. "We plan on having lots of kids too," Doyle spoke up.
Besse was speechless.
"I had no idea Besse loved kids so much. If I knew earlier, I would have used them as bait to marry her!"
Susan couldn't help but burst out laughing. Doyle and Besse were both much easier to get along with than she used to imagine.
Oscar saw all the merriment from afar. He watched Besse laugh with an unfamiliar face that felt strangely familiar to him. But he couldn't approach her; he could only watch from afar.
The banquet ended and everyone left except for Theodore, who sat in Oscar's private car watching Oscar's gaze fixed on Besse, who was clasped tight in Doyle's arms at the entrance gate. Even after they drove away for quite some distance, Oscar's eyes were still glued on her as if she was still there.
"Oscar, face reality."
Oscar felt that he knew that woman in his guts.
"Theodore, arrange my schedule."
"What schedule?"
"Cancel everything non-essential or unimportant..." Oscar continued after pausing for a few seconds, "Forget it, there's no need."
Before Theodore could respond, Oscar added, "I'm taking a week off."
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