Billionaire: Chasing Her Back

area, casting a gentle shine on the white walls that featured fashion photos of some of the top names in the business. In her previous existence, when

moment to s

n industry. With her dark hair falling in elegant waves over her shoulders and her crimson lipstick applied flawlessly, Claire exuded t

said in a suave but sincere tone of interest. "From your initial design sketches to your c

ticed one. It came from a place of pride and the silen

rest in fashion, but it goes beyond simply making garments; it also involve

ct of it? Not only are you a designer. In a world where men predominate, you

n, and there had been evenings when she wanted to give up. But those were the occasions that had stoked her fire, the ones that threatened to destroy

the walls." "I destroyed them." Slowly, piece by piece. I would never b

ened. You've evolved into the lady who is rewriting the rules. Eliz

nt to make fashion accessible to ladies who didn't believe they could afford it or that they w

We hear that word a lot these days,

her path. The world was starting to recognise her as the formidable force

ture became more apparent than before. She talked about the people she designed for-women who weren't scared to be bol

a, I appreciate your candour. One of the most motivating interviews I've had in a lon

e background of a man's achievement made Eliza's heart swell

rmured. "I'm prepared for the

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me aware of the impact her words had when her phone began to beep nonstop with notifications and texts. Fashion blogs, in

ut among the several offers

n unidentified phone sent t

a, I s

ver, the feeling of familiarity and the weight of the words persisted

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n touch. Not after everything. But the more she considered it, the more the messa

the next message, but her thoughts kept returning t

e in Fashion"*. Below is an unposed picture of her during the ope

e her stomach turn

ahan

e-he was observing. Now that he had witnessed her ascend, he was paying attention. He was there, and even from the distance of a scre

f the lovely creation she had created. Why, then, did she feel as though she was being drawn back into t

out the window at the busy streets of New York, which were teemi

remorse? It was ju