My Mate Has Two Wolves

Catherine's POV

"Ms. Carroll, what makes you think I can help you?" I was a little helpless.

"Of course, you can. You will become Mrs. Chavez soon. And Leo brought all his stars to the launch this time to support you. It means that he thinks of you as family. Does he dare to disobey you?" Roxanne immediately explained confidently.

Well, she thought the whole thing through. I found it hard to turn her down bluntly.

Since I could tell that she was very serious about this.

"Ms. Carroll, Blake and I aren't married yet, so I'm not Leo's family for now. I may not be able to help you. I'm sorry." I politely declined. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

"Ms. Wyatt, you are too modest. You can just tell me that you don't want to help me. In fact, I know I'm pushing my luck. It's just that I like him so much. I have the feeling. He is the one! Of course, I know. I fell in one-sided love with him. And he is way out of my league. Why would he like me? After all, he is surrounded by so many pretty girls every day." Roxanne said with a deep sense of loss and inferiority.

I felt somehow pitiful when I looked at her.

I suddenly had the urge to help her.

What if after the meal, Leo fell for her?

"Ms. Wyatt..."

While I was lost in thought, Roxanne called out to me softly. She asked, "What are you thinking?"

Only then did I realize that I had been spacing out too long, and I had neglected her. I quickly smiled apologetically and said, "Nothing. I was just thinking that I might be able to help you."

"Really? Ms. Wyatt, are you serious? Thanks! Thank you so much!" Roxanne was so excited that she started crying on the spot.

"Stop crying. It's just a meal. Is it worth being so worked up about?" I quickly comforted her. She was so emotional.

"It's not like that. You have no idea how much this meal means to me. Ms. Wyatt, thank you for helping me. I mean it. I will return the favor once I have the chance!" Roxanne felt so thrilled and grateful.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Her strong reaction suddenly made me have a bad feeling. Had I just gotten myself into trouble?

I could only force a smile and say, "Ms. Carroll, do you mind if I join you?"

"Of course not. Ms. Wyatt, you helped me big time. It's only right that I treat you to a meal!" Roxanne said happily.

Only then did I feel a little more at ease. I figured that nothing could go south as long as I was there as well.

I was quite imaginative. Some women had no boundaries. To get the man they wanted, some of them would do anything, such as getting drunk and looking for a slot or simply drugging the man.

"Alright then. Give me your number. I'll give you a call as long as I have everything set up." I immediately smiled.

Roxanne quickly handed over her business card. "Thanks you!"

After I took the card, I saw Roxanne pick up the contract beside her. "Is this the contract? Ms. Wyatt, I'll sign it now. Don't worry. I won't break my promise. In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't help me. Just the thought of working with Leo's friends makes me happy."

"Ms. Carroll, you look very well off. I'm sure your parents dote on you." I became gossipy and asked.

Roxanne nodded. "Yes, because I'm their only daughter, and my family is indeed rich. Relax. I have enough money to pay you!"

"I'm glad to hear that. Thank you for your support. I hope we can cooperate happily!" I happily extended my hand toward her.

After I saw off Roxanne, I sat on the sofa with mixed feelings and drank water with a glass in my hand.

These design drafts were a piece of cake for me.

When I was inspired, I could come up with a dozen pieces a day.

Finally, I met my third client.

I was shocked at the sight of my client. I couldn't tell the gender of the person in front of me for a while.

The person had cropped hair and six ear studs while wearing a black leather jacket and tight leather pants.

"Ms. Wyatt, nice to meet you!" The person stretched out at once. I quickly reached out and politely responded.

The person didn't let go of my hand after I finished speaking. I broke free quickly. The person chuckled and let go.

I quickly pointed to the sofa opposite me. "Have a seat, please."

The person said right after sitting down, "Hello. I'm a musician. I hope I didn't startle you."

I quickly shook my head. "No. I don't find your outfit weird. It suits your temperament!"

"I'm glad to hear that. My name is Alina Gros."

When I heard who she was, my eyes widened. "I seem to have heard of you before. You're a great songwriter! You wrote many catchy songs! I'm so surprised that you are so young and talented!"

"Really? Have you heard the songs I wrote? Do you like them?" Alina was happy.

"I like them very much. You must be rich in inner feelings. Otherwise, it would be impossible for you to write so many great songs!" I praised her.

Alina lowered her head and smiled humbly, "Maybe you're right. But I'm certain of one thing. I am a very special person in many aspects. I wonder if you are interested in getting to know me!"

I could not help but be stunned. "Aren't you here to talk to me about cooperation?"

Alina nodded. "Yes. I have a few gigs coming up recently. I want you to help me design a few sets of clothes."

I smiled drily. "With all due respect, I don't think you will like my design style. My work is a little feminine, and you obviously like neutral clothes."

"What you're looking at is just one of my sides. I can be feminine if I want. You may not know, but when I walk on the street wearing women's clothes, there are a lot of star scouts coming to me, wanting to strike up a conversation with me," Alina said with a bit of complacency.