The Smith family mansion was expansive, exuding both heritage and a vintage charm.C0ntent ? 2024 (N/?)velDrama.Org.


    It was clear at a nce that the bouse had been passed down through generations. While the exterior had been renovated, the interior still retained traces of its historical past.


    Unlike the opulence I had imagined, the mansion had a more understated elegance. Even a small decorative porcin vase in the corner was a Medieval antique, worth over a hundred million. Frank had long, slender legs but walked at a leisurely pace, with his hands casually in his pockets, unhurried.


    He guided me past the vast dining hall and headed straight for the back garden. From a distance, I saw two elegantly dressed elderlydies.


    One was sitting by the firece, sipping tea, while the other was pruning a nearby potted nt with scissors.


    Frank walked over, poured himself a cup of tea, and with a yful grin, said, "Madams, you''re in much better shape than me. You''re still doing outdoor activities even in this cold weather." Madam Smith gave him a yful smack on the back and said, “You little brat, you actually came back?"


    "Oh,e on, he came back to see you. Why are you hitting him?"


    Madam Shaw, showing concern, pulled Frank to her side, defending him.


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    Frank gently pinched her shoulder and said, "It''s still you who care about me, while Madam Smith only everins about me."


    His words amused both elderlydies, making them smile despite themselves.


    Frank beckoned me closer with a finger and introduced, "This is a new friend I met in Jston, Charlotte."


    Madam Smith quickly took up the conversation, "This youngdy is really beautiful, so gentle and graceful. I heard from Frank that you''re in custom designs and do an excellent job?" "Madam Smith, Madam Shaw."


    Although I was a bit nervous, seeing their kind expressions made me rx. I smiled and replied, "I''ve just taken over the brand my parents founded. We do both custom designs and online sales. Mr. Smith is very kind as a friend and he''s taking care of my business."


    Madam Smith cocked her brows in surprise, then covered her mouth andughed, looking at Frank.


    "Do you have some dirt on her? Since you were a troublemaker since childhood, this is the first time I''ve heard someone praise you so much!"


    I was momentarily stunned and almost couldn''t hold back a smile.


    Madam Smith had a point.


    I was hoping he would introduce me to business opportunities, so I had to tter him.


    "Nothing escapes your sharp eyes."


    Frank wasn''t embarrassed at all by the revtion. "She''s asking me for a favor."


    Madam Smith turned to me. "This kid is quite something. If you''re asking him for help, you might as well consider asking me..."


    "Grandma! Don''t interfere. Quickly show her your wardrobe so she can see what styles you like," Frank urged.


    Although Madam Smith pretended to be annoyed, she was actually very affectionate, "Alright, alright, I''ll listen to you."


    She led me upstairs to a very spacious living room.


    The majority of the clothes in the wardrobe were consistent with the outfit she was wearing today.


    I smiled and asked, "Grandmother, for the custom clothes this time, do you want to keep your usual style or try something different?"


    "Up to you."


    Without hesitation, the olddy''s face was warm and approachable. "You youngsters definitely know more about fashion than an olddy like me. You handle the design, and I''ll handle the wearing." Though the client was not picky, I still had to avoid being too casual.


    Back in the garden, I subtly gathered more details about Madam Smith''s preferences.


    She had no airs of aristocracy, speaking candidly and being very easygoing.