Chapter 144

Alexander's brows drew together slightly. "You just came up with this design? Like, just now?" "Yup. What do you think?" Samantha replied casually, her tone light. "If you hadn't barged in, I'd have wrapped it up already." "Even if it's decent, the gala's tomorrow night. Factory won't finish it in time," Alexander scoffed. "No matter how good it looks, it's meaningless now." Samantha shot him a sly grin as she got up and opened the wardrobe, a hint of pride tugging at her lips. "Yeah, starting fresh won't work. But hey, could you ask Mr. Carson to bring me a sewing machine? I'll dig through these ready-made pieces and patchwork something together before the event." Alexander looked at her like she was joking. "You? Make it yourself?" "Why is that so hard to believe?" Her gaze slanted at him. "I'm a designer. Don't you think I might actually know how to make clothes too?" "I just... didn't expect it. You're not like how you used to be," Alexander muttered, stepping closer, his sharp eye