Favo Novel
Chapter 215
"Enough with the chatter," Jacob snapped.
"Come on, it's obvious. If that bracelet is the real deal, it must've been a gift from Mr. Connor. She's just flaunting something borrowed. Mr. Connor is from Eldridge City, so it makes sense he'd be acquainted with Miss Y. But Chloe? What does she have to offer? If she knew anyone from QUEEN, even a junior designer, I'd kneel right now and call her my queen."
Chloe stayed quiet. Calmly, she took out her phone and dialed a number, putting it on speaker so everyone could hear.
"Hey, I want to commission a jewelry set for my godmother, designed by Miss Y."
Everyone at the table was stunned.
Who was Chloe calling, and how could she specifically request Miss Y to design jewelry?
There was a brief silence on the other end before a man's voice filled the air. His voice was deep and pleasant, carrying an inherent authority that made you picture a man with striking looks and a commanding presence.
"Sure, you're close with Miss Y. This should be a small matter for you to handle directly."
"I will, but I need you to make an announcement."
"The custom orders at QUEEN naturally appear on our global announcement board. Don't worry about that."
"Send me your godmother's initials, and I'll take care of it," the man continued.
Chloe ended the call and sent a message with the requested information.
The onlookers were dumbfounded by her actions, except for Lisa, who stared at Chloe with disdain.
"Anyone can put on a show. Chloe, you don't seriously think we believe you were on the phone with a QUEEN executive, do you? And asking Miss Y to design jewelry for you? You do realize Miss Y only designs five sets a year, right? This year, the Duchess of Cambridge and Princess Tessa have already commissioned sets, as announced on QUEEN's official website. What makes you think Miss Y would break her rule to design another set just for you?"
"And do you even have the means to afford jewelry designed by Miss Y?"
Lisa found the whole act utterly ridiculous.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.
QUEEN had been around for three years, with Miss Y releasing only five design pieces annually. She
auctioned two, sold one in the
market, and took custom order
the remaining two. So Chloe's call just now seemed fake and laughable.
"You might want to check QUEEN's global website," Chloe responded coolly.
Lisa pulled up the website on her phone and scoffed. "I have to see this. What exactly are you trying to sell us with this act?"
The others also logged onto the website.
Suddenly, Tara screamed and stood up. "Why... Why is my name up there on the announcement board?"
Lisa was utterly flabbergasted.
On the homepage was a section for custom orders, listing QUEEN's clients over the years, their custom jewelry, and the designers.
There, at the very top, was Tara's
name, with her initials "TM" as the name of the commissioned jewelry piece, clearly stating that Miss Y would personally design it.
The announcement had been posted just one minute ago.