Chapter 1518

Although Frank tried to get the men's attention, they were still transfixed on Noel and ignored Frank's voice. Having no choice, Frank barked so loud that the golden lion on the desk shook. "Gentlemen!" "Huh? What?!" The two men finally came to their senses, and Frank looked between them. "This is Longham Garments, correct? Who's the owner?" Urian promptly raised a hand and smiled. "That's me—I'm the owner. Just call me Mr. Reno." Frank then turned toward Chet. "And you are…?" Chet cleared his throat. "Oh, right. I'm… ahem. I'm Chet Jonas… A fashion designer, I guess." His words left Urian cursing inwardly at him again—designer? More like a lapdog of the Lionhearts, conning everyone everywhere with their influence. "Ahem…" Urian then smiled at Noel. "Welcome, Ms. York! It's an honor of a lifetime that you would visit my humble factory." While Urian was stunned by Noel's looks and figure, he knew his place. Such a well-billed star celebrity most certainly had backing—whoever