Chapter 158 Pure Pale Pink
Chapter 158 Pure Pale Pink
There was no way that was just a coincidence.
“Uh… ”
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Lucas hadn’t expected her to ask him so directly. He couldn’t exactly admit Austin had told him to set it up.
After hesitating, he forced out an awkwardugh. “Oh, I forgot to mention. I happened to be talking business with Mr. Osborne that day, and he suggested having dinner with you. Since he’s your uncle, how could I say no?”
“It might be hard to refuse, but you could’ve at least told me ahead of time.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll give you notice next time. Sorry.”
Thinking the issue was settled, he tried to brush it off with a smile. “So, did anything awkward happen between you two?”
Dawn wasn’t used to being so close to him, and she didn’t believe in so many random coincidences.
After a pause, her voice dropped. “Uncle Lucas, please don’t get involved in stuff between me and Uncle Austin. It messes up my life. If he has something to say, let him tell me himself.”
Her bluntness caught Lucas off guard. After a moment of silence, he gave a weakugh. “Alright, I get it. But that day was just a coincidence. Don’t overthink it.”
Whether she overthought it didn’t matter. She just didn’t want that to happen again.
Right then, Janice peeked out of her office and waved her over.
Dawn pointed at her phone to show she’d finish her call first.
“Uncle Lucas, anything else? If not, I have to get back to work.”
“I do!” Lucas hated not being in control. Determined to turn the talk around, he said through clenched teeth, “Dawn, thewyer finished the paperwork. When do you have time? I’ll take you to see the mountain your mom left you.”
Her breath caught, a wave of nerves washing over her.
The <i>mountain </i><i>Mom </i><i>left</i>…
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She bit her lip, her eyes dimming. “I’ve still got work to finish. Can I contact you when I’m done?”
“Of course!” Lucas quickly pulled himself together and smiled again. “There’s no rush. It’s yours anyway. I’ll look after it till then.”
Dawn didn’t reply. She used work as an excuse, hung up, and set her phone down <fnf639> Follow current nov?ls on find(?)ovel</fnf639>
She stared at her phone for a few seconds, her expression unreadable.
“Dawn!”
Janice called again, so Dawn pushed her thoughts aside and walked into the office.
“What’s up?”
“Not a big deal.”
Janice slid a stack of samples over and raised an eyebrow. “Here’s the purest pale pink options avable now. But honestly, I checked them again and again, and none match what you want.”
Dawn flipped through them carefully, saying nothing.
“I’ve been wondering … ”
Janice let out a hiss and stared at Dawn like she was crazy. “Pure pale pink? Where did you even get that? White is white. Pink is pink. Pale pink? And pure? Do those even fit together?”
Dawn finished looking, leaned on the desk, and thought quietly. Then, she said, “Of course they do.”
Her hair was pinned up, showing off her delicate face, and her eyes sparkled. “What if we hire the best pigment artist in the country and have them mix it just for us?”
Janice was stunned. “It’s doable, but the cost would be insane.”
“Then we’ll <i>go </i>
“Find what?”
find one.”
“Find the purest pale pink.”
Janice couldn’t wrap her head around it. With Dawn tied to Ethan, she basically owned Dreammaker Studios.
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If the budget wasn’t enough<b>, </b>couldn’t she just say so? Why chase after a color herself?
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When Janice asked, Dawn answered calmly, “I don’t mind using connections, but it depends on how. I don’t want to take a shortcut if I don’t even try first.”
It didn’t matter if Ethan ran Dreammaker Studios. Even if it were herpany, she wouldn’t just blow the budget outside the n.
Dawn wasn’t one to sit still. She jumped into researching right away, but the results weren’t
great.
Then, Janice suddenly pped her hands, her eyes lighting up. “Wait! How did we forget him?”
“Who?”
“That guy who chatted with you at thest party–Andy Kelsinger!”
Dawn thought for a moment. The name sounded familiar.
Janice opened a search page and pulled it up. “See? I told you he was a legend. Look—he’s <i>an </i>international pigment artist, working at the toppany in the country. Any color he makes starts at hundreds of thousands.”