Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 351

Inside a closed-off luxury menswear boutique, the store manager and a dozen sales associates stood in a nervous line, their eyes fixed on the big boss sitting on the sofa. According to his executive assistants, Felton and Flint, Mr. Schwartz was preparing for a face-to-face with a rival. He had already tried on several outfits, none of which seemed to meet his approval. The atmosphere in the store was thick with tension, and the staff barely dared to breathe.

“Mr. Schwartz, these last few pieces are also in your size,” the manager said, wiping sweat from his forehead as he presented the final options. “This navy blue suit is a newer, more casual style. It has a younger feel to it, which might not be what you typically prefer…”

Before he could finish, Shanley slowly looked up, his deep eyes flickering with interest. “Bring it here,” he said, his voice a low rasp.

“What?” The manager’s heart skipped a beat, his confusion plain to see. Mr. Schwartz’s wardrobe, always custom-tailored by their brand, was exclusively formal and business-oriented. When had he ever shown an interest in a “younger” style?

“Yes, of course.” Snapping back to reality, the manager personally brought the suit over. “Please, Mr. Schwartz, try it on.”

Moments later, Shanley stood before the mirror.

The navy blue suit perfectly accentuated his tall, powerful frame—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, not an ounce of fat on him. Paired with his sharp, flawless features, the manager could only think of one word: perfection.

“This one,” Shanley decided, removing the tie and unbuttoning the top of his shirt with long, elegant fingers, intentionally revealing the collarbone and Adam’s apple that Juniper adored.

“Excellent choice, Mr. Schwartz.” The manager finally breathed a sigh of relief, beaming as he escorted him out. With looks like that, what rival could possibly pose a threat? He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of woman could make Mr. Schwartz feel so insecure.

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In the car, Shanley leaned back against the seat, his expression unreadable as he stared out the window.

A notification chimed. It was a message from Juniper, forwarding the address for their meeting. Shanley opened it and saw it had been forwarded from a contact named “L.”

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