The Billionaire's Dangerous Redemption (by Claire Winters) novel Chapter 27

27 The Matriarch’s Unexpected Question

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Sebastian’s presence filled the room, commanding attention without effort. He approached with measured steps, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Mother, I see you’ve met Ms. Shaw,” he said, his voice deep and controlled.

Mrs. Sinclair smiled warmly. “We were just getting acquainted.”

I struggled to maintain my composure. The resemblance between mother and son was striking -the same dark, penetrating eyes, the proud jawline, even certain mannerisms. But something else nagged at me, like a half–forgotten dream.

“Mr. Sinclair,” I greeted him with a slight nod, trying to appear professional despite my confusion.

“I hope my mother hasn’t overwhelmed you,” he said, a hint of concern in his voice.

Mrs. Sinclair laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous, Sebastian. Ms. Shaw and I are getting along wonderfully.”

One of the staff appeared at the doorway. “Mrs. Sinclair, the other guests are ready in the east sitting room.”

“Thank you, Lillian.” Mrs. Sinclair turned to her son. “Would you mind escorting our other guests? I’d like a few more minutes with Ms. Shaw.”

Something unspoken passed between mother and son. Sebastian’s jaw tightened slightly, but he

nodded.

“Of course, Mother.” He turned to me. “Ms. Shaw, we’ll discuss business matters afterward.”

After he left, Mrs. Sinclair guided me toward a more private corner of the sunroom. “Shall we sit? These old knees aren’t what they used to be.”

We settled into plush chairs overlooking the garden. A staff member appeared silently with tea, setting it down before disappearing just as quietly.

“Now,” Mrs. Sinclair said, pouring tea with practiced grace, “let’s talk about my birthday

celebration.”

I reached for my portfolio. “I’ve prepared some preliminary sketches-”

“There will be time for that later,” she waved dismissively. “First, tell me about yourself. Not the professional details–1 already know those. Tell me about Hazel.”

Her directness caught me off guard. “I’m not sure what you’d like to know.”

“You’ve had quite a journey,” she said, studying me over her teacup. “Rising from such difficult

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circumstances to become one of the most promising designers in the country.”

My back stiffened. “You seem very well–informed about my personal life.”

“Our family makes it a point to know who we’re dealing with.” She set down her cup. “I admire resilience, Ms. Shaw. You have it in abundance.”

“Thank you,” I replied cautiously, wondering how much she knew about my past.

Mrs. Sinclair’s eyes softened. “Your designs reflect that strength. They’re elegant but practical- beautiful without being frivolous.”

Despite my unease, her genuine appreciation of my work touched me. “That’s exactly what I aim

for.”

“Which is why I want you to design something special for my sixtieth birthday celebration.” She smiled. “Something that honors tradition while embracing the present–like our family itself.”

“I’d be honored,” I said sincerely. “What kind of event are you planning?”

“A formal dinner followed by dancing.” She leaned closer. “I may be sixty, but I still enjoy moving

to music.”

I couldn’t help smiling at her unexpected playfulness. “So something elegant but with

movement. Let me take your measurements.”

As I worked, more family members filtered into the room. Two older women–sisters, from their similar features–watched me with undisguised curiosity.

“Auntie Lin, Auntie Mai,” Mrs. Sinclair called to them. “Come meet the talented designer I’ve been telling you about.”

The women approached, their silk garments rustling softly.

“So this is her,” said the taller one–Auntie Lin, I presumed. She circled me slowly. “You’re right, Mei–Ling. She is quite lovely”

I felt like a horse being assessed at auction.

“And talented,” added the other woman. “I saw your collection at Shanghai Fashion Week. Impressive work.”

“Thank you,” I said, continuing to measure Mrs. Sinclair’s waist.

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