NovelEnglishChapter 472 What Did the Sanders Need From You? Hayley's POV: 86% +8 Pearls Tanner's driver stepped out of the car and opened the door forwith respect. I nodded in thanks before slipping into the vehicle.
"Why are you here?" I asked Tanner, puzzled by his unexpected presence.
"Ben had something cup and couldn't make it, so since I was nearby for an event, I thought I'd pick you up," he explained.
After instructing his driver to start the car, Tanner turned to me, curious. "What did the Sanders need from you?" I looked back at the imposing gates one last tbefore answering nonchalantly, “Oh, just finalizing sdetails about the wedding dress." Inside, though, I thought about the mansion's grandeur and the likely secrets it concealed. I would prefer to stay away from that place going forward.
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"That's good," Tanner replied, clearly relieved. He then added a cautious note, "The Sanders are complicated. It's wise not to get too entangled with them.” He then handeda sleek invitation card.
"This is for the Creative Night event tonight. It's hosted by sof the country's top designers. There will be a lot of new pieces on display. I thought you might like to join me." I examined the invitation, recognizing the significance of the event.
"Creative Night" was not just a showcase; it was a networking hub for the fashion industry, where behind-the- scenes meetings between designers and potential clients could be arranged via bids on the models' numbers. Initially indifferent, Tanner's invitation made it difficult to decline. I agreed to accompany him. Upon arriving and receiving a mask at the entrance, I felt a bit more at ease.
Hidden behind the mask, I could avoid unnecessary attention and enjoy the evening without the usual hassles. After the show, nothing particularly caught my eye, but I selected one design that was decent, noted down its number and price, and headed out early to the restroom.
When I exited, I noticed a man standing with his back to the door.
At first glance, I mistook him for a model due to his posture, but the strap of a mask on his head revealed he was also a guest.
I briefly let my eyes rest on him for a couple of seconds before turning away to leave.
1/2 Tue, Jan Chapter 472 What Did the Sanders Need From You? "Can I help you?" I asked, my impatience evident in my tone.
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Instinctively, I stepped back, but he continued to close in.
Eventually, he corneredagainst the sink, pressing his hands on the countertop to trap me. Trapped and increasingly uncomfortable, a wave of revulsion washed over me.
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