Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14

As I pushed open the glass door of Thorn Creative Studio, the familiar scent of fine fabrics mingled with the warmth of steaming irons greeted me like an old friend. The air was thick with creativity and the hum of busy hands at work.

Sophic and a handful of loyal employees who had stood by me through thick and thin looked up in surprise. Their faces brightened instantly, and they hurried over, forming a small circle around me.

“Norah! Boss!” they exclaimed, their voices brimming with genuine joy and excitement.

Together, we strolled past the window displays, carefully inspecting each garment as if rediscovering a part of the studio’s soul. The clothes caught the light just right, their colors and textures whispering stories of dedication and artistry.

When we reached the door of the finance room, a ripple of hushed whispers broke the calm.

“Norah? The paradise bird trapped in that cage?” one voice asked skeptically.

“Isn’t she the one with amnesia?” another chimed in, doubt coloring their tone.

“How can someone who can’t even remember herself just walk right back in here?” a third questioned, disbelief evident.

“Exactly. Thorn Creative still needs Serena the lawyer to lead,” someone added with a hint of certainty.

I stood silently by the door, arms crossed, observing this group of new faces clad in studio uniforms but utterly unfamiliar to me. Their uncertain glances and cautious whispers felt like a wall I had to break through.

A man wearing black-rimmed glasses was about to say something, but when his eyes met mine, his confident expression faltered. He forced a tight smile before quickly retreating.

The others noticed my presence and scattered, leaving the room feeling strangely empty.

Suddenly, a woman with striking purple-red hair approached, her smile wide and self-assured.

“Oh, boss, you’re back,” she said, holding out a document. “This is the new… um… quote from an Italian lace supplier. We need your approval.”

There was a subtle challenge in her eyes, a smugness that didn’t go unnoticed.

I took the paper, scanning the material codes and supplier names. They were all wrong—blatantly incorrect.

A foolish attempt to deceive me.

I didn’t bother to take the bait. Instead, I turned on my heel and walked directly to the main design wall of the studio. Picking up a piece of chalk, I began to draw without hesitation or doubt.

With a few swift strokes, I sketched the iconic heart-shaped cup holder, the signature crossing straps on the back, and the intricate lace patterns nestled between.

I marked each lace type, supplier, and price range with precision.

Within minutes, Thorn Creative’s pride—the legendary “Lolita”—was reborn on the wall.

“Now,” I said, turning to face the room, “does anyone here still think a fake quote can fool me?”

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