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In the Lap of Luxury by Unsweetened Chestnuts

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Chapter 162 A Lingering Sense of Unease

Xander understood what Hestia’s look meant, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that Grace was

somewhat distant toward him.

It seemed like the path ahead was going to be long and challenging.

“Oh, by the way, Gracie, I know you’re interested in design. Professor Alan Morris from the School of

Design at Pamore University is an old classmate of mine.

“In a couple of days, he’ll be hosting a design exhibition in Pamore. I have an invitation for it. You and

Xander can go on my behalf,” Hestia offered.

A faint, playful smile appeared at the corner of Grace’s lips. Her interest was piqued.

“Sounds good! It’s a great opportunity to learn something new,” she responded.

Hestia’s heart leaped with joy as she glanced at Xander, who realized that she was creating an

opportunity for him and Grace to spend time together.

“Sure, let’s go together,” Xander added.

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Hestia nodded in satisfaction. “Good. I can rest with both of you going together. But, young man,

remember to take good care of Grace,” she said.

“Don’t worry,

Aunt Hestia. Xander is a true gentleman. I’ll be in safe hands,” Grace reassured, stepping in to support

Xander.

Hestia couldn’t stop smiling when she saw how well they got along.

As a renowned professor in clothing design at Pamore University’s School of Design, Alan had been

teaching for decades and had taught a multitude of students.

His designs had won numerous awards, both nationally and internationally, making him highly

respected locally.

As a result, his design exhibition attracted a wide range of professionals and design enthusiasts from

various backgrounds.

At the entrance, Susan pulled Celia aside and asked, “Cece, have you submitted your design work to

Professor Morris?

“You’re already a second–year student. If you want to pursue postgraduate studies under Professor

Morris, you should act quickly so that you don’t miss the opportunity.”

Celia couldn’t help but feel annoyed by Susan’s constant nagging.

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Frustrated, she replied, “I’ve already submitted my work, so rest assured! I have confidence in my

designs. It’s just a matter of time before I get into Professor Morris‘ postgraduate program.”

Susan breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good. When you meet Professor Morris later, make sure to

leave a good impression.

“Try to get him to accept you in advance, so you can start your postgraduate studies after your senior

year.”

“Right,” Celia responded.

Lost in their own thoughts, the mother and daughter entered the exhibition hall.

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Celia looked around, hoping to spot Alan, but after a thorough scan, she still hadn’t been able to see

him. Just then, she froze on the spot.

“Grace? Why is she here?” she asked.

The mere mention of that name immediately made Susan’s expression sour.

“Heh, that bitch!” Susan muttered.

She vividly remembered her last confrontation with Grace, which had left her seething with anger, but

she couldn’t do anything about it.

“Mom, what is she doing here?” Celia asked with a sense of unease creeping into her voice.

“She’s probably here to check out the art exhibition. It has nothing to do with us. Just ignore her,”

Susan said, not taking Grace seriously.

However, Celia was getting a little worried. “Mom, what if she’s here to cause trouble? She knows I

want to apply for Professor Morris‘ postgraduate program. What if she’s here to ruin my chances? What

should I do?” she asked.

Susan patted Grace’s back, trying to reassure her. “Don’t worry. She doesn’t know anything about

design, and your skills speak for themselves. Professor Morris won’t overlook your

abilities just because of what she says.”

“But…” Celia’s discomfort intensified.