George approached Gavin with a cautious expression, fidgeting nervously as he finally gathered the courage to ask, “President, about last night… you and Young Madam…” Gavin’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Ah, yes. You’re the one who arranged for that nightwear, aren’t you?” The smile on Gavin’s face sent a shiver down George’s spine. It wasn’t the kind of smile that promised safety. Sensing danger, George quickly raised his hands in surrender. “President, I swear, I only did it for your benefit! Please, on the basis of my loyalty, forgive me this once!” To his surprise, Gavin’s smile grew wider, and there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. “You’ve got good taste. I’ve decided not to deduct your salary anymore.” George blinked, stunned for a moment. What? No salary deduction? Did this mean the president was pleased with his effort? Relief washed over him as he realized that he might have just escaped unscathed.But in his excitement, George couldn’t resist adding, “It’s good that you liked it, President, but unfortunately, it seems Young Madam wasn’t impressed with your… skills. What a shame about the nightwear!” The words hung in the air like a ticking time bomb. The smile on Gavin’s face froze, his eyes narrowing dangerously. The atmosphere instantly turned icy. George felt the weight of the president’s gaze, his nerves fraying with every passing second. Had he said too much? Gavin’s expression darkened. Mrs. Stone thought he was incapable? That was what she took away from last night? He chuckled coldly, the sound sending a chill down George’s spine. With an unsettling calmness, Gavin said, “I’ve changed my mind. You’re not getting your salary after all. I’ll make sure to satisfy you.” George froze in place. “Huh?” His jaw dropped as the realization dawned on him. He was being punished again! But why?! All he’d done was repeat what Young Madam implied! This wasn’t fair! Over the next few days, Liza couldn’t help but feel awkward every time she thought about Gavin. That night’s events played on a loop in her mind. She had mustered all her courage, gone all in, yet… Gavin didn’t take things further. She couldn’t help but conclude the worst: he really couldn’t do it. Embarrassment overwhelmed her. She found herself actively avoiding him, throwing herself into her work at the university and coming home late. When she did return, she went straight to her room, keeping their interactions minimal. Meanwhile, George was a bundle of nerves. He paced around like an ant on a hot pan, worried sick about the president’s “condition.” If Gavin didn’t address the issue soon, wouldn’t it just get worse? George racked his brain for solutions but came up empty. Just as he was spiraling, the butler walked in with some news. “The clothes the president ordered for Young Madam have arrived. Miss Alora is already here to deliver them.” George’s eyes lit up. Of course! The clothes! The outfits Gavin had prepared were no ordinary items. Each piece had been custom-designed by the famous designer Alora. Every dress was worth a small fortune—easily over 100,000 yuan apiece. And this time, she had brought a total of 16 pieces! Although Alora’s reputation didn’t quite rival that of the legendary designer Ruby Co, she was still a celebrated name in the fashion world. Her decision to personally deliver the collection spoke volumes about its significance. As Liza stepped outside, she noticed two luxury cars parked at the entrance. The butler was already outside, greeting the guests with an air of respect. “Miss Alora, please come in!” Alora smiled warmly as she spoke, her tone casual yet sweet. “I stopped by unannounced. Do you think Gavin would mind?” The butler, ever courteous, quickly reassured her. “Not at all, Miss Alora. The president will surely be pleased to see you.” He gestured politely, inviting her inside. Alora’s voice carried a familiar charm as she responded, “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? I’ve been so busy with work overseas that I haven’t had the chance to visit. It feels good to be back.” Her expression softened as she seemed to recall something. “I heard from Gavin that he’s married now. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting Mrs. Stpne yet. Is she home? I’d love to introduce myself.” The butler nodded. “She’s upstairs. I’ll let her know you’re here.” Just then, Liza appeared at the top of the staircase, descending with her usual composed elegance. When Alora caught sight of her, she immediately stepped forward, extending a hand warmly. “You must be Mrs. Stone I’m Alora, a childhood friend of Gavin’s.” Liza nodded politely, taking Alora’s hand with a faint smile. As the women exchanged pleasantries, George leaned close to Liza and whispered, “Madam, Miss Alora and the president share a long-standing friendship.” George, standing nearby, elaborated quietly, “Miss Alora is the third daughter of the prominent Clint Family. She’s also a renowned designer who works for a studio that the president has invested in. Her work is highly acclaimed, especially overseas.” He hesitated for a moment before adding, “Although the president and Miss Alora were childhood companions, their relationship is purely platonic. There’s no need to worry.” Liza listened attentively, finally piecing together who Alora was. She noted the woman’s polite demeanor and returned her smile graciously. “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Alora.” Alora’s eyes lit up, and she clasped Liza’s hand warmly. “Liza, Gavin mentioned that he had some clothes made especially for you. I had the honor of designing them myself. Let’s take a look together, shall we?” Liza glanced down at their joined hands briefly before replying with a calm, “Alright.” At Alora’s signal, her team began bringing in the garments. The clothing racks were rolled into the room, each holding stunning pieces that gleamed under the light. The intricate designs and high-quality fabrics made them impossible to ignore. Alora turned to Liza, her enthusiasm evident. “When Gavin approached me with this project, he was very specific. He wanted me to create 16 unique pieces within a week. At first, I couldn’t understand why he was in such a hurry. But now I see—it was all for you. He wanted to surprise you. Take a look and tell me what you think.” Liza’s gaze shifted to the clothes on display, her expression slowly darkening.