Benjamin lookedpletely taken aback. "Nathan, what on earth are you doing? My mom went through all that trouble to pick out that outfit for you, and you just tossed it aside?" Benjamin''s outburst turned every head in the club.


    Nathan, as cool andposed as if he were standing in a breeze, was wrapped in a dark gray suit that entuated his growing maturity and authority. His calm demeanor only served to highlight Benjamin''s youthful immaturity. Nathan replied with a calm, steady voice, "It got dirty. I''m a bit of a neat freak."


    Benjamin was momentarily stunned. When he realized that Nathan was put off because he had touched his clothes, his anger red up irrationally.


    He sneered at Nathan''s attire. "That outfit my mom got you cost at least a few grand. And you''d rather ditch that expensive piece for this cheap knockoff? You sure know how to pick ''em."


    Nathan nced down at his unbranded suit, oblivious to its mary value. But it was handmade by Nellie, who had stayed upte stitching it with love and care. To him, it was priceless.


    A gentle sigh suddenly rippled through the crowd. "Benjamin, your family''s luxury brand, the Rond, is famous worldwide. As an heir to the Rond family, how can''t you recognize the fabric Mr. Nathan is donning?" The voice was soft, without a trace of malice, but it struck a chord in Benjamin, leaving him flustered.


    Benjamin hurriedly defended himself, "Of course, I recognize what Nathan''s wearing. I picked that out for him."


    The lights cast a striking silhouette of Nathan, showing off his elegant and poised presence, though his affectionate gaze towards the girl went unnoticed.


    The crowd buzzed, "So Mr. Nathan''s birthday bash was organized by Mr. Benjamin? Seems like the Rond family really holds him in high regard."


    As he listened to the ttery around him, Benjamin''s face lit up with pride.


    Just then, a stylish woman, sporting


    a handbag worth millions and adorned with jewelry worth even more, stepped forward. Her trendy sses perched on her fair face as she made her way to Natham


    She gave him a once-over, her eyes full of appraisal. "Mr. Nathan, may I feel the fabric of your suit?"This belongs to N?velDrama.Org - ?.


    Nathan locked eyes with her, almost not recognizing her after two years. Her former timidity had vanished, reced by a cool confidence and pride. Her transformation delighted him.


    "Go right ahead," he said, dropping his usual aloofness for a gentler, warmer tone.


    The woman lightly touched the


    fabric and said, "Mr. Nathan, I hope I wasn''t too forward. Thank you for letting me see this legendary top-tier fabric up close. It''s a rare privilege. They say this fabric is exclusively for Jasmine''s team. For someone as young as Mr. Nathan to get their nod speaks volumes about your talent. We all know Jasmine values skill above all."


    Her words stirred a buzz in the crowd.


    "How could Mr. Benjamin be so clueless? This is such a fine fabric and he didn''t recognize it? If it weren''t for the top fashion blogger calling him out, we might''ve bought into his story."


    "Can the Rond family really trust him with the reins?"