Stella paused briefly, then shook her head.
“Not yet.”
“What’s he up to? Playing a game of hide-and-seek?” Miley pondered aloud.
“If Neville hadn’t confirmed it, I’d start questioning Maverick’s very existence.”
Mid-sentence, Miley had a bright idea and proposed, “How about I ask Neville? He seems to be close with Maverick.”
Stella placed her knife and fork down and declined promptly, “No need, I messaged Maverick a while ago.
We’ll see if he responds.”
Acknowledging this, Miley refrained from prying further.
“Alright, just remember you can always turn to me if you need help. That’s what friends are for.”
“Thank you, Miley,” Stella replied, resuming her meal, utensils in hands.
Just then, a deep male voice suddenly called out, “Stella.”
Stella turned her head to the voice and found Slater.
She hadn’t seen him since the conclusion of the KlassicLuxe Design Competition.
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That was the only time they had interacted.
Standing up, she greeted him respectfully.
“Mr. Aston.”
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Although Mrs. Burke had chosen her design as the winner, Stella never considered herself superior to Slater. She held him in high regard.
Slater’s eyes remained composed as he stood before their table, taking a brief survey of their surroundings.
“Is this your victory celebration? Quite a feast.”
His tone was neutral, making it hard to discern whether his comment was genuine praise or tinged with sarcasm.
A flush of embarrassment colored Stella’s cheeks.
She looked down modestly and admitted, “I was also surprised by Mrs. Burke’s decision. In terms of design, I’m well aware that I have much yet to learn from you.”
Slater pursed his lips, his expression unreadable.
His gaze lingered on Stella before he said slowly, “Having such a skilled strategist guiding you, it’s no wonder I lost to you.”