CHAPTER 132: CHAPTER 132: NOT IN THE SAME LEAGUE

About an hour after finishing the hot pot, that person arrived.

She was wearing a black wool overcoat, a white shirt with jeans underneath, and black ankle boots as she walked in.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?" Corinne Chapman was responsible for reception at the front desk.

"Yes, I do." The woman’s voice was crisp and composed, as she mentioned Zane Sterling’s name.

Sitting in the tea room, Sophia Lowell recognized the voice.

It was Beau Morgan.

No one knows what methods she used to get Zane Sterling to arrange a private fitting for her.

Sophia Lowell furrowed her brow, picked up the handle of the teapot, and poured herself a cup of green tea.

"Eve, take this lady to the backyard." Corinne Chapman smiled.

Eve Reid came out from the inner courtyard, leading her in with a professional fake smile.

"Hello, miss, please follow me," Eve said as she led the way, "Professor Fumble caught a cold today and is not available to meet guests. Today, Professor Irving will measure you, and later Professor Fumble will send you the design sketches based on your requirements."

"That’s fine, no problem." Beau Morgan smiled as she walked inside.

In the past two years, Zane Sterling has focused all his energy on Spectra. It’s said he hired a renowned foreign designer, Professor Fumble, to oversee the work.

She also wanted to keep up with Zane Sterling’s pace, increase topics for conversation between them, so she asked him to help her get Professor Fumble to design a dress for the company’s listing event.

"Hello, Professor Irving! I’m Beau Morgan, a friend of Mr. Sterling." Naturally, Beau Morgan knew Hugh Irving, as she had thoroughly researched the women around Zane Sterling.

"Hello, Miss Morgan." Hugh Irving maintained a professional expression without a hint of emotion.

"Thank you for your hard work today." Beau Morgan smiled.

"Not at all, though I wonder how Miss Morgan managed to persuade Mr. Sterling, that big ice block, to help you get a dress designed?"

Hugh Irving took out a tablet, entering Beau Morgan’s name into the document as he recorded her requirements and measurements.

Beau Morgan smiled shyly, "I’m preparing for the listing in May, and I usually stay at the company, so I don’t have any decent clothes. The listing is such a major event, and the social gatherings will surely come rolling in. Since Professor Fumble knows Mr. Sterling, he wouldn’t want me to embarrass myself at the banquet."

Hugh Irving nodded slightly, still expressionless, "Seems Mr. Sterling thinks highly of you."

She carefully observed Beau Morgan’s expression, seeing that just a couple of compliments sent her grinning from ear to ear.

After some inconsequential chatting, Hugh Irving began taking Beau Morgan’s measurements.

Sitting behind the carved screen, Sophia Lowell took a small sip of tea, and the sound was heard by Beau Morgan outside.

"Inside is..." Beau Morgan curiously observed.

Through the carved screen, behind the gauzy curtain was a familiar silhouette. She sat upright, sipping tea gracefully, exuding elegance in every gesture and movement.

"Professor Fumble." Hugh Irving smiled intriguingly.

"Hello, Professor Fumble." Beau Morgan nodded to her.

Sophia Lowell nodded slightly in response.

"I heard no one has seen Professor Fumble, and just seeing this silhouette in the courtyard today is stunning enough. I wonder if Professor Fumble might come out for a meeting?" Beau Morgan complimented.

Sophia Lowell smiled behind the screen.

What would her expression be like if she one day knew the Professor Fumble she praised was her tough opponent?

Hugh Irving said indifferently, "Not everyone can meet Professor Fumble, especially those with questionable behavior, who generally can’t even step through the door."

Upon hearing this, Beau Morgan smiled awkwardly.

"It’s thanks to Mr. Sterling; otherwise, I wouldn’t have the honor of wearing Professor Fumble’s work," she said.

Hugh Irving pursed their lips, "The designers at Mr. Sterling’s company are also quite good, especially Ms. Lowell, who’s been named by well-known designers on the design platforms I heard."

Upon hearing Sophia Lowell’s name, Beau Morgan snorted lightly, "Her? How can she compare to Professor Fumble? They’re not even in the same league."

"Oh?" Hugh Irving raised an eyebrow, smiling.

"If she were excellent enough, Mr. Sterling wouldn’t have to lower himself to invite Professor Fumble." Beau Morgan turned around, making it easier for Hugh Irving to measure her.

"I heard Mr. Sterling is married. I wonder who managed to catch his eye?"

"Don’t mention it. It’s really a pity for Mr. Sterling. What stature does Mr. Sterling have compared to her, who’s just an insignificant figure? The reason the wedding was hidden away is because she doesn’t dare face people, and The Sterling family didn’t even bother to help organize the wedding."

Hugh Irving said nothing, merely looking at the woman behind the screen.

Sophia Lowell took a sip of tea indifferently and continued listening.

"Is she so disgraceful? Mr. Sterling’s vision is so sharp, it can’t be as bad as you say, can it?"

Hugh Irving wanted to restore a bit of her image, but who knew she would go even further.

"A second-hand woman, do you think she’s presentable?" Beau Morgan chuckled lightly, "Just broke up with her ex-boyfriend and drunkenly climbed into Mr. Sterling’s bed; otherwise, she wouldn’t have had the fortune to enter The Sterling family’s door even if she cultivated for eight lifetimes."

Sophia Lowell paused with her teacup in mid-air for a moment, then dismissed it, placing the cup on the tea mat.

"You’ve been by Mr. Sterling’s side for so long, why didn’t he choose you?" Hugh Irving curiously asked.

Beau Morgan laughed awkwardly and was about to say something.

Hugh Irving spoke again, "I think you’re already charming enough. Mr. Sterling’s taste is so exquisite; if he chose her, she must have something more remarkable than you do, don’t you think, Miss Morgan?"

Beau Morgan’s mouth twitched, suddenly not knowing what to say.

She wondered if Hugh Irving was low in emotional intelligence or deliberately saying it for her to hear.

First a slap, then a sweet jujube; Beau Morgan felt a dull ache in her heart.

Beau Morgan agreed, "Probably."

Hugh Irving paused his measuring, "Okay, have some tea first. Rest for a while, and then we’ll discuss the details of the dress."

Beau Morgan nodded, sat on the nearby sofa, and looked at the woman behind the carved screen.

That familiar feeling surged again.

Who exactly is the woman behind the screen?

Hugh Irving went to the backyard, while Sophia Lowell also left the tea room, meeting up with Hugh Irving.

"See, she’s the same in front and behind the people." Hugh Irving glanced skeptically in Beau Morgan’s direction.

"Doesn’t matter, as long as we make money."

"I thought you wouldn’t accept this kind of person anymore. Why deal with her?"

Sophia Lowell chuckled, "With her big mouth, when she wears the dress, the entire high society will know about Professor Fumble’s name. We’ll make a killing; why miss out on this opportunity?"

"And finally, give a good slap in the face, President Lowell, it’s gotta be you!" Hugh Irving couldn’t help giving a thumbs-up.

"Make sure you pay attention to her requirements, don’t miss any small detail. Starting today, we need to record every customer’s requests to prevent after-sales issues. I have a banquet tonight; I’ll leave this to you," Sophia Lowell pinched Hugh Irving’s cheek.

Hugh Irving replied cheerfully, "Don’t worry! My lucky star! Go without a care, leave it to me here!"

Sophia Lowell glanced at the front courtyard, a wicked smile curling at her lips, just about to leave through the backdoor when she heard a familiar voice coming from the front courtyard.

"Mr. Sterling, you’re here!" Beau Morgan smiled ingratiatingly, quickly getting up to greet him.

Zane Sterling ignored her and looked around, as if searching for something.

Sophia Lowell hurriedly hid nearby and didn’t come out.

Hugh Irving hurried towards the front courtyard, "Mr. Sterling, what brings you here?"

"I just ordered suits for the employees and wanted to come over to look at Professor Fumble’s previous works for reference." Zane Sterling replied calmly.

However, his gaze wandered towards the backyard, noticing a pair of familiar flats peeking from behind a stone pillar, then quickly pull back.

He couldn’t recall where he had seen those shoes before, squinting his eyes slightly.

"Mr. Sterling." Beau Morgan’s expression turned sour upon hearing the words about ordering suits for employees.

Hugh Irving pursed his lips, trying to stifle a laugh.