Chapter 672:
Amayah knocked lightly on the door. “Mr. Simpson, may I have a word with you?”
Inside the RV, Kyla leaned back in the plush chair, her seat positioned higher than Rylie’s, a tablet resting in her hand as her eyes carefully examined the delicate and striking lines of Rylie’s face.
“This is the first occasion Brad has ever come to me with a request. Are you the woman he’s involved with?”
Brad, one hand still on the doorframe, halted his movement, his attention sharpening as he listened without making a sound. He really wanted to know Rylie’s answer.
Rylie remained seated quietly in the smaller chair, her gaze drifting between Kyla and the refined setting of the RV before she asked in a calm voice, “Does he keep other women as well?”
Kyla raised her brow slightly, her expression carrying a touch of mockery. “With how damaged his body is, he hardly has the strength for that.”
“Alright.” Rylie nodded with certainty. “He won’t die.”
Kyla’s eyes lingered on her. “So, you really are his girlfriend?”
Rylie answered without hesitation, “Yes.”
Kyla held her gaze for several seconds before tipping her head and knocking lightly against the RV wall. “How long do you plan on standing out there?”
Rylie turned just as the door swung open. Brad entered with food in hand, his face brightening despite his attempt to keep composed. After exchanging a brief glance with Rylie, he looked to Kyla. “What gave me away?”
Kyla lifted her tablet with a casual wave. “My RV’s fitted with exterior cameras.” She peeked into the bag, her brows knitting together. “Seriously? Nothing but barbecue? You do remember I’m supposed to be dieting, don’t you?”
Brad set the containers down in front of Rylie. “It’s not for you. I bought it for my girlfriend.”
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Kyla gave a dramatic roll of her eyes, but before she could retort, Brad placed a separate box in front of her, his tone smooth with familiarity. “This one’s yours. A salad.”
Kyla finally looked appeased as she pried open the salad box and shifted straight into business. “So you’re seeing a younger woman now. At your age, I suppose it’s easy to get swept up. Still, I’m willing to lend a hand. The problem is, the Sweetberry mess has…”
Dominated the news. I don’t mind showing up at an event for Meridian Future, but I won’t attach my name to any extra endorsements or publicity.”
Wearing something gaudy for a performance was one thing, but associating with Sweetberry was another matter entirely. The brand had become notorious, tied to a spoiled young woman from the wealthiest family, known for tormenting rivals and throwing away fortunes on senseless ventures. With her standing in the industry, Kyla wasn’t about to let her own reputation be tainted by that downfall.
“You should take a look at this before you decide.”
Rylie pulled Melany’s design sketches from her bag and handed them across.
Kyla unfolded the sheet titled Spring. The moment her eyes traced the lines, her detached air dissolved, replaced by a sudden intensity. Known for her sharp taste as both a performer and a celebrity, she rarely encountered a design that caught her off guard, yet this one did.
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