The Queen's Back

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Mona and Maxwell weren't from the entertainment industry, so after a brief walk on the red carpet, they sat down at the front row.

As soon as they sat down, Maxwell draped his jacket over Mona again.

Earlier, Mona thought Maxwell was just worried she'd catch a cold, but now they were indoors with the heater on, so there was no way she could be cold.

Mona leaned in close to Maxwell and whispered in his ear, "Maxwell, do you not like this dress?"

Mona often watched TV shows where the male lead was extremely possessive, forbidding the female lead from wearing certain things, Deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that Maxwell was like that too. With his jacket on her, she was wrapped up tightly, with only her head sticking out.

Meeting Mona's bright eyes, Maxwell gave an honest nod. He indeed didn't like her wearing something so revealing.

"Why didn't you tell me that at home? I could have changed. I designed this dress back in college. It was a bold design with an open back," Mona explained.

When she was trying on dresses, none of them seemed to give her the look she wanted, so she rummaged through her closet and found this one. She had always liked the design, but never had the chance to wear it. It matched Maxwell's s usual black suits, SO she decided to wear it. She hadn't expected him to mind the open-back design. Maxwell scratched his nose, a bit embarrassed. "I was worried you'd feel upset if I said too much." Hearing this, Mona smiled. "It's fine. I give you the right to speak up. Next time, just tell me directly. I won't be mad He kept everything bottled bottled up. Clearly, he didn't like it but stayed silent, secretly getting jealous on his own. Maxwell placed his hand over hers and said, 'Alright. And if I do something wrong, you need to tell me too." While the two were talking, someone was sitting next to Mona. When she turned her head, she found herself face-to-face with Gordon. Remembering what had happened that night, she felt a little scared. Then she glanced at Maxwell, who immediately switched seats with her, sitting next to Gordon instead. Both of them belonged to the Carter family. Compared to Gordon, Maxwell carried the title of illegitimate son, but he also had the identity of the president of the Carter Group. As they sat together, they instantly attracted the attention of many around them. After all, in these powerful families, there were always skeletons in the closet.

"It's been a few days, Maxwell, and you seem to be doing quite well, Gordon said venomously, glaring at his own injured

arm

His arms still hadn't fully healed and couldn't handle any strenuous activity. Full recovery would take time, and in the meantime, even going to the restroom required assistance.

"Yes,

I've been doing alright. Unlike you, who still seems to have injured arms. And yet, you're here attending events," Maxwell said nonchalantly, with a faint smile when he mentioned Gordon's injury. "You! It all thanks to you! Cordon ground his teeth, glaring at Maxwell with hatred in his eyes. "Since you know, then stop thinking about unnecessary things. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to break your legs," Maxwell said, meeting Gordon's gaze with an air of indifference as if he didn'take him seriously at all. 71

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"You wouldn't dare! If you cripple me. Grandpa will definitely cripple you in return, Gordon said furiously.

Maxwell had already destroyed his arms, and now he was threatening to disable Gordon's legs. If Gordon didn't fight back. Maxwell thought he ran the Carter family. Gordon regretted not tormenting Maxwell when they were younger, wishing he had made Maxwell fear him back then.

Try hurting Mona, and you'll find out whether I dare or not," Maxwell replied icily. "You..." Gordon, seething with rage, pointed at Maxwell, unable to find the words.

"Maxwell, look! Artemis is here, Mona said, noticing that Gordon was about to get agitated. If those two started arguing or fighting, it would be a mess. At that moment, the entrance filled with noise, confirming that Artemis had arrived. Mona quickly pulled Maxwell to his feet, eager to see how Artemis looked in the dress she designed.

Sure enough, it was Artemis, wearing the red gown designed by Mona. With every step she took, it was as if she were walking through a scene of blooming beauty. Even from a distance, Mona could hear the click of cameras capturing her and the chatter of the crowd around her.

"Artemis looks stunning tonight. Even if she doesn't win an award, she's already captured everyone's attention."

"She's an an amazing actress. The chances of her winning are high. She's definitely the star of the evening." After the ceremony, I'll have to ask her who designed her dress want one too."

Mona heard the murmurs about her design and wanted to shout out, "Come find me! I'm the one who designed that dress!" But she kept her cool, too shy to call attention to herself.

"Feeling

proud?" Maxwell asked, smiling at Mona's beaming face.

Mona nodded. "Of course! They're all complimenting my design. As the designer, how could I not be happy?"

"Maybe one day, you can design some outfits for me too. I really like your work," Maxwell said casually, though he felt a big nervous, fearing she might turn him down.

"Really? You are willing to wear something I designed?" Mona pointed at herself, her excitement rising.

In college, Mor

Mona designed a suit for Teddy, altering it over and over again. When he received it, the first thing he did was check for any familiar tags. She told him it was designed and made by her, and he casually complimented it, saying it looked nice, but that was it. He never wore it even once.

Since marrying Maxwell, she had considered designing something for him but had been too busy and too afraid he might not like it.

"Why wouldn't I? I'd love anything you design," Maxwell replied.

There was nothing more gratifying than receiving approval from the one she loved. If there weren't so many people around, Mona would have hugged Maxwell and kissed him to express her joy.

As if reading her mind, Artemis walked over, smiling at Mona. "Let me introduce you to my dress designer, Mona Clem When I first saw her sketch, I was blown away, and after trying it on, I couldn't wait to wear it. If any of you are looking for custom designs, she's the one to call,