Oops My Toyboy Is A Hidden Tycoon

Cynthia, despite the storm in her heart, didn’t show it. After a moment of silence, she asked, “Can I have a room here?”

Rachel was stunned for a moment, then her face lit up with joy. She said, “Of course, of course, I’ll get a room ready for you right away.”

The unit had three bedrooms: the master bedroom, one for Shirley, and another guest room.

Rachel quickly cleaned it up and said, “Ms. Jones, from now on, this room will be yours. Come over anytime you want me to cook for you.”

Cynthia nodded and said, “Thank you”

After leaving Splendid Garden, Cynthia received a call from Justin. He said, “Cynthia, come home for dinner tonight. Your mother really misses you. I’ve asked Julia to make your favorite blueberry custard tart. It’s been a long time since we last saw Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

you.”

It was the first time Justin had called her since she severed ties with the Jones family. His voice was gentle, even a bit pleading.

However, Cynthia’s voice was unexpectedly calm. She replied, “Mr. Jones, we are no longer related. Please don’t call me again.”

Justin said, “Cynthia, why are you so stubborn? It happened so long ago. I know I wronged you on your birthday, but is that enough reason to sever ties with us? You were raised with all our love. Think about it. How did we treat you all these years? Can’t parents make a single mistake?”

He added, “Besides, we didn’t adopt Lilian as our goddaughter, and Shirley even apologized to you. What more do you want? Don’t be willful Come home tonight. I have something to tell you.”

Cynthia hung up immediately. She could already guess what Justin wanted to say.

The registration for the Pillere Designer Competition was about to close. Every year around this time, Cynthia would participate under the name of “Velorix” as a designer, even after she left the Jones family three years ago. Justin would come looking for her every year at this time. Cynthia knew that Justin wouldn’t give up easily.

After all, Velorix hadn’t had any big hits for years. Each year, they relied on Cynthia to win international awards to gain exposure and boost their reputation. She remembered how the stock of Velorix would skyrocket every time she won a prize.

The next day, Henry called Cynthia, inviting her to dinner in a private room at the Hyatt Hotel. He said it was his and Pamela’s wedding anniversary. Cynthia didn’t refuse and even prepared a gift for the couple.

However, when she arrived at the hotel, she saw not only Henry and Pamela but also Justin’s family. And of course, Filip was there too.

It had been over half a month since she had last seen Filip. He looked tanned and visibly thinner, sitting quietly in his seat. He looked up briefly when Cynthia entered, but didn’t greet her quickly looking away. There was a deep sense of exhaustion between his brows.

It wasn’t surprising to see Filip, given that it was his parents‘ wedding anniversary. But with the presence of Justin, Pamela, and even Shirley, Cynthia knew what was going on.

Henry stood up hurriedly and said, “Cynthia, it’s such a rare opportunity today, so I invited your parents too. Come join us.”

Pamela rolled her eyes at Henry but didn’t say anything. After all the Yates and Jones families had had connections for generations. Henry and Justin had grown up together. Justin had personally begged Henry to help mend his relationship with Cynthia, and there was no reason for Henry to refuse.

Cynthia had anticipated all of that. She walked over gracefully and said, “Henry, Pamela, happy anniversary: She handed the gif she had prepared to Pamela.

Pamela opened it and exclaimed, “Isn’t this a custom–made bracelet from QUEEN, a globally limited edition? Even Mr. Leach, a VIP of QUEEN, couldn’t get it. How did you manage?”

The bracelet wasn’t too expensive, but to even qualify for it, one had to be among the top 100 VIP at QUEEN based on their annual spending and grab it the moment it was available. Even as a VIP, the chance of getting it was only one in ten

In short, the design was a statement of exclusivity. Having one meant that you were among QUEEN’s top 100 clients, with a yearly spend of at least millions. Wearing that bracelet was a symbol of wealth and status.

Pamela was delighted but also confused. She said, “Only a super VIP can get this. I’ve never seen you buying QUEEN jewelry before

Shirley sneered and said, “Cynthia, did you give Mrs. Yates a fake bracelet just to make her happy? If she wears this out, the might become a laughingstock”

Pamela was instantly displeased. She said, “What are you saying? I’ve been buying jewelry for years. Do you think I can’t tell the difference between a fake and the real thing? QUEEN’s jewelry

uses a unique cutting technique that no one else can imitate. This is obviously genuine.”

Shirley looked unhappy and replied, “Even if she isn’t short of money, there’s no way Cynthia could be a super VIP of QUEEN, Where did she get this bracelet?”

QUEEN’s jewelry wasn’t something ordinary people could buy–not only was it outrageously expensive, but it was also rare. Previously, when Shirley bought an entry–level necklace for Susanna for 3 million dollars, she even had to buy several hundred thousand dollars worth of other items to qualify for it. If even she couldn’t buy high–end pieces, how could Cynthia

Pamela, protective of Cynthia, said, “Even if it were fake, as long as it’s from Cynthia, it’s priceless to me.”

Pamela could tell it was genuine, but she also knew Cynthia couldn’t be a QUEEN super VIP. She wasn’t sure how Cynthia had managed to get it–maybe not through official channels. To avoid giving Shirley a handle against her, she said what she

did

Cynthia smiled and said, Tm friends with Miss Y, one of the designers at QUEEN. She pulled some strings to get me this bracelet,

The world had become obsessed with QUEEN, but often forgot it was merely a brand established less than three years ago. Reportedly, there weren’t many designers at QUEEN, and they were all mysterious, known only by their initials–X. Y. and Z, the highest–level designers and partners in the brand.

Especially Miss Y, whose unique, luxuriously understated style had won her a dedicated aristocratic following. In recent years, her designs had consistently been the highest–priced pieces in the collection.

Shirley outright refused to believe it, sneered, and said, “Everyone knows QUEEN’s headquarters are in Betrico. How could you, who grew up in Roncrity, possibly be friends with Miss Y? Miss Y is a globally renowned design genius. Do you think you can just attach yourself to someone like her? How shameless