Uncovering My Wife's Secrets

Chapter 82 Aren’t You Preparing A Gift?

Susan smiled and said, “Your design is not bad.”

Since Abigail would not listen to her actual criticism, there was no need for her to say anything truthfully. Abigail

was actually skilled in fashion design to a certain extent. A few of her standard designs were not bad.

Unfortunately, she was not the kind that would accept criticism. She was too full of herself.

Changing the topic, Susan smiled and said, “Layla, shall we eat hotpot or steak later?”

“Let’s eat steak,” Layla said with a smile. “Not only are we coming to learn from you but also freeloading. I hope

you don’t mind.”

Abigail’s design received good feedback and that made Layla feel a little better. She could take the chance at lunch

to assess Abigail’s dining etiquette.

Abigail’s performance up till that point had not been bad.

“Layla, you’re being too polite. If you had more free time, I could only wish for you to eat and drink at my place

every day.” Susan smiled and called the helpers to prepare steak.

She returned to the sofa and sat down. Susan stopped talking about design and talked to Layla about other things.

They chatted pleasantly about lipsticks and new limited-edition bags until lunch was served.

Abigail’s etiquette during lunch was very on point.

She then took the initiative to speak to Susan again. “Aunt Susan, I have another idea. After adding flounces to the

strapless princess dress, I want to embed pearls on the edge of the dress. What do you think of my idea?”

“It would make a good singular piece of dress,” Susan said tactfully.

It would not a big problem to make it into a single item for collection or wearing out from time to time. Being a little

quirky occasionally would not draw any comments from others.

But mass producing it would cause a huge loss for the company.

Abigail’s design for regular pieces was not bad. But when it came to evening gowns, she always wanted to integrate

all kinds of elements, so they looked awkward and odd.

“Do you think the sales will be good if it is mass-produced?” Abigail asked. She further added, “I think the sales will

definitely be good. We won’t target the lower class for such a high-end product. We will target socialites in

Jadeborough. They can accept a higher price for this kind of dress. If we customize 100 pieces and sell them at 150

thousand dollars per piece, we can profit 10 million.”

Susan remained silent.

She suddenly lost her appetite for the steak.

Where did Abigail get the courage to set the price at 150 thousand dollars per piece?

Forget it, forget it. The young ones always tended to be outrageous. She would soon learn the brutal reality of

society.

Susan smiled tactfully and said, “Abigail, don’t produce so much. Almost all the socialites in Jadeborough have fixed

stylists. Their styling studios have fixed clothing brands that they cooperate with.”

Layla said to Abigail, “Abigail, you don’t need to think about the production phase. You just need to work on the

design. Learn more from Susan.”

They had more designers on their side than Julian and had already prepared many products for the winter

showcase that were definitely going to go viral.

The designs were chosen by Susan personally, and she even kindly provided them with two designs.

Therefore, Alexander would receive a lot of support on the showcase that Friday.

She brought Abigail to visit Susan mainly to see if Abigail had any talent in fashion design.

Since Abigail had talent, there was no need to hurry. She would save Abigail to slap Annalise and Julian in the face in

the future.

“Okay, Mom,” Abigail replied obediently.

After dinner, they chatted for a while before bidding farewell to Susan.

Layla’s expression instantly turned the moment they left Susan’s villa. She looked at Abigail unhappily. Abigail was

shocked. “Mom, what’s wrong?”

“Do you think you’re very smart?” Layla retorted.

Abigail did not know what to reply.

“What does she mean?” Abigail thought.

Wasn’t everything fine just now? Why did her expression suddenly change? Was menopause hitting in?

Layla retorted, “You are also a fashion designer, so you should know Susan’s status in the fashion industry. Do you

think it is appropriate for you to boast about yourself in front of her, showing off in front of an expert? Did your

parents not teach you about humility?”

Abigail was furious. Yet, Layla was Alexander’s mother, so she could not afford to offend Layla. Abigail could only

explain, “Mom, it is not that. I was not boasting or disrespecting Aunt Susan. I want Auntie Susan to see that I’m

confident in my work. You know that in this society, others will look down on you if you are too humble.”

Layla frowned. “You’re quite witty.”

“Mom, I also hope to get Auntie Susan’s approval. I want to improve so that I can help Alexander more in the

future. Abigail said ingratiatingly.

Upon hearing that, Layla’s expression improved a little. She then instructed, “In the future, don’t act smart. Be

humble when it’s time to be humble, especially in front of Susan. Ask Susan for guidance on fashion design.”

*Okay, Mom, I will,” Abigail said obediently while cursing in her heart.

Seeing that Abigail was obedient, Layla’s expression improved a little. She said, “You’re a student at the Medical

University. Master Quigley’s eldest disciple, Jonathan Woods, is returning to the country. If you can become his

disciple, it will be very helpful for your career.”

She was thinking that if Abigail could become Jonathan Woods’ disciple, they would have more resources in the

medical world.

With Master Quigley’s connections and the Parks Group’s reputation, who would look down on them?

“Mom, I’ll work hard. I’ve already asked a friend to find out about Jonathan Woods’ situation. I heard that he’ll be

back soon.” Abigail said.

“Okay,” Layla replied.

Just then, Abigail’s phone rang.

It was her friend from the Medical University.

She immediately picked up the phone. The other party told her that Jonathan Woods’ would return to the country in

three days. He had also gotten his hands on the flight information and would send it to Abigail in a

moment.

“Alright, thank you so much. I’ll treat you to a meal when I get back to Horington!” Abigail thanked him. warmly.

After hanging up, she received Jonathan’s flight information.

She immediately took out her phone and showed it to Layla. “Mom, my friend found out about Jonathan’s flight. I

will pick him up with Alexander. I hope everything will go smoothly.”

“Okay.” Seeing that Abigail would take the initiative, Layla’s mood improved a little.

At that moment, Jonathan Woods was sleeping on the plane.

He sprawled out and slept comfortably.

The book that he was reading and later used to cover his face with also slipped off.

He was under the alias lan Lawrence, using his brother-in-law’s identity card.

His brother-in-law took his identity card and would return to the country in three days.

He did not want to deal with the people from various Jadeborough families. In any case, he would hide for as

long as he could and only consider a new plan when he could no longer hide.

Four in the afternoon.

Julian urged Annalise to set off. “Annie, are you done? We have to go pick him up.”

Annalise smiled. “He is only arriving at six.”

“Let’s go there a little earlier.” Julian looked at Annalise’s empty hand in surprise. “Aren’t you preparing a gift for

John?”