At that moment, Florienna Ellis's phone rang at the perfect timing.
Noticing the name displayed on the screen, Florienna's expression shifted subtly. She hurriedly stood up and walked to the side to take the call, her back turned to Teddy Carter.
Teddy shook his head helplessly. What he had just said truly felt a bit inappropriate now.
He glanced at Florienna's cluttered desk and thought to tidy it up somewhat.
He discovered it was filled with drafts for fashion designs.
He hadn't expected Florienna to be working so hard nowadays, even reviewing design drafts at home.
But the designs—why did they look so familiar?
Instinctively, Teddy furrowed his brow and began carefully examining the sketches buried at the bottom.
An indescribable unease kept surging from his chest.
These were not just familiar—they were unmistakably his own sketches!
Designs he had once painstakingly created for a fashion show, only to have the plans mysteriously disappear.
