Chapter 1167
Vicky looked away and took a deep breath. "My manager didn't inform me about this... Do you mind if I call her to
double-check?"
Sheila smiled. "Of course."
Vicky went to the kitchen with her phone, and the new female manager quickly answered her.
"Vicky, what's wrong?"
"Chelsea, I've reached the client's house, and upon confirming some details with her, she mentioned that she
ordered another set of clothes for a male customer as well, but none of the documents I have indicate this..."
Chelsea swiftly interrupted her and said, "The client did order two sets of clothes, one for a woman, and another for
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇta man... Did Yuna not tell you this?" Chelsea sighed. "She's so forgetful. Miss Young is supposed to be Yuna's client,
but she suddenly has a fever..." She paused and continued," Vicky, Miss Young is a really important client, and I
can't just send anyone over. I trust you, and that's why I handed this job to you. I know you're not good with
designing clothes for men, so you only need to take down the measurements and their requests."
Chelsea was Vicky's new manager at the company. The sleazy boss who always harassed Vicky was exposed for his
inappropriate behavior toward subordinates and was fired
by the company.
The new manager, Chelsea, was kind, considerate, and often took care of Vicky, so Vicky felt hesitant to refuse her
request.
"Alright, Chelsea, I understand," Vicky replied before hanging up the phone and preparing to return.
Just as she turned, her face slammed against someone's chest. Before she could steady herself, a deep and icy
voice rang out from above.
"Vicky, your skills in throwing yourself at someone's arms are getting rusty."
Vicky's lashes fluttered as she looked up to find a tall and handsome man behind her; his face adorned with a faint
mocking smile.
"You have the wrong idea, Mister Hart. I am here for work," she said indifferently.
"Wrong idea?" He gripped her chin and sneered. "You come to my home and still dare to act like you're innocent?
Are you saying that it's a misunderstanding? Sheila mentioned yesterday that she arranged to meet a clothing
designer named Yuna. Can you explain why it's you who showed up here?"
Vicky remained silent for a few seconds before explaining," She has a fever, and I came as her substitute."
Tyler's gaze darkened. "What a coincidence."
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"Whether or not you believe it, I didn't intentionally appear before you. If you don't want to see me, I will leave
now."
With that, Vicky attempted to walk past the man, preparing to leave. However, as soon as she stepped forward, her
wrist was tightly grasped, and she was swiftly pushed against the wall behind her.
Tyler lowered his gaze and towered over her, his strong presence threatening to devour her.
"Vicky, what are you up to now?" he asked.
Their proximity was hardly appropriate, and Vicky panicked as she tried to escape. However, Tyler pressed her
against the cold wall firmly.
The wall against her back was cold, yet his breath caressing her cheek was almost scorching, it almost felt as
though she was trapped between ice and fire, tormented by conflicting sensations.