Mr. Billionaire Boundless Love

Chapter 40: I Won’t Make You Suits Anymore



Hearing this, the image of Clint suddenly appeared in Selene’s mind. But she quickly reminded herself to accept reality. She looked at Austin with a half-smile. “What kind of guy do you think would be my ‘Mr. Right’?”

“Someone like me.” Austin grinned.

Selene massaged her chin and looked thoughtful. “Yes. Maybe.”

“Wait. Are you serious?” Austin laughed.

“Serious? What about you? Are you being serious?” Selene retorted and rolled her eyes.

Now Selene felt much more relaxed in Austin’s company. Life’s not easy. Everyone goes through difficulties. We should just accept it and move on. Selene thought.

Selene’s self-soothing did little to her foul mood the next day when she arrived at her store.

Mandy had arrived earlier than her. She was searching the Internet when her eyes suddenly went wide, and she gasped.

“Selene! The sponsor who canceled the order ended up hiring Jennifer Keller for the job. I know her. She came to our store, and you two had an argument. I don’t think her designs are as good as yours, so she must’ve pulled some strings to get the order.”

Selene walked over to Mandy and looked at the webpage on the computer. The fashion page was full of news about Jennifer: her designs for the theme party, her clothing brand, and her personal life.

Jennifer’s clothing brand had only come out recently. Though it had already been featured in several fashion magazines, it was the first time one of her designs was used in such a well-known event. As a result, the popularity of her brand increased tenfold overnight.

But Selene knew that it should have been her brand that received such publicity.

Though Selene did not care that much about her brand’s popularity, she felt it unfair that Jennifer had taken away the recognition that should have been hers.

Moreover, she also learned from the Internet that the main sponsor for the event was SSGB- Clint’s company.

The reason that her brand was replaced by Jennifer’s suddenly became obvious.

Selene went silent for a moment. She then took out the dresses she had made for the party, grabbed a pair of scissors, and started cutting them up to vent her anger and hatred.

“Selene. What happened? Are you alright?” Mandy asked in shock.

“Nothing.” Selene shook her head with no expression.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Mandy chose not to enquire further and said nothing. Instead, she made herself busy and got back to work.

Time seemed to slow around them. Selene sat on the couch, motionless. She was angry beyond words and couldn’t move.

A few moments later, someone suddenly pushed open the front door of the store.

Mandy felt relieved and went to welcome the customer.

“Welcome, Mr. Denovan. Would you like to place an order?”

Clint glanced at Selene, who sat alone by herself, surrounded by a pile of shredded pieces of dresses on the floor. He frowned. “What happened here?”

Before Mandy could say anything, Selene spoke, “Mr. Denovan. We will not make clothes for you anymore.”

“Why? Can you give me a specific reason for that abrupt decision?” Clint felt very confused.

“No reason. I just don’t have much time to cater to all your needs,”

Mandy looked at Selene, then turned back to Clint, whispering into his ear, “The sponsor of the Business Forum had placed an order from our store. Selene was almost finished with the dresses when the order was suddenly canceled. It turns out that the sponsor gave the order to Jennifer Keller instead.”

Clint looked a little shocked and annoyed. But his expression quickly went back to neutral. He walked forward and stood in front of Selene.

“Jennifer told me that she wanted to design the dresses for the party, and I told the organizing committee. But I didn’t know that they had already placed an order from you.”

Selene looked at him and gave him a sarcastic smile. “You should be proud of yourself, Mr. Denovan. Thanks to your words, I worked for nothing.”

Clint crouched down and took Selene’s hand in his. He gently caressed the wound. “Sorry. I didn’t know….”

Selene threw away his hand angrily. “You did nothing wrong, and you don’t owe me an apology. From now on, I won’t make you suits anymore. Your Jenni also makes suits. You could ask her to make them for you.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“I’ve already said that it’s not your fault. Business is business. I can accept that. But I don’t want to meet you anymore.”

Clint grasped her hands again. He stared at her with suppressed emotion. “Selene. You cannot do this to me.” He said quietly.

Selene attempted to break out of his grasp and push him away, but Clint kept a tight hold of her hands. Selene was too angry to control herself, and she kicked Clint’s knee.

Right then, Austin walked into the store and saw the scene. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

Clint acted very calm and let go of her hands. He patted his hurt knee and shook his head. “Nothing.”

Austin walked over and noticed Selene’s cold gaze and Clint’s uneasy expression. He stood by Selene. “Mr. Denovan. Selene has a bad temper. Maybe you should just leave before it gets out of hand.”

Selene observed Austin’s politeness towards Clint; She lost her temper again and kicked Austin.

Austin looked like he was in pain, and he grasped Selene’s hands and held her.” Calm down. Please.”

Clint watched the interaction between Selene and Austin. “Since you don’t want to make suits for me anymore, I’ll just leave.” He said calmly, then left.

Austin turned to Selene with a curious expression. “What happened just now? Your argument got quite intense.” He asked.

“Yes. I just found out that it was him who canceled my order.” Selene frowned.

“But Mr. Denovan just told us that he didn’t know that you had made an order when he gave the job to Ms. Keller,” Mandy explained carefully.

“Why did he cancel the order just like that? It’s unfair to anyone!” Selene retorted angrily.

Austin touched Selene’s head and smiled. “It’s not his fault. Why did you kick him in the knee? That’s so unprofessional.”


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