My Wife Is A Masquerade Master

Chapter 73

Regina immediately sent a message to Madison, Mount Blue Cafe at D tomorrow.

Upon seeing the message, Madison coldly curled her lips. It was a command with no room for negotiation. She thought, “Regina is still wearing her arrogant expression, but I am no longer the doting daughter-in-law of the Preston family

Madison plied with two words, Not available.] After sending the message, she blocked Regina. Dealing with such people would only ruin the mood, and a good night’s sleep would be more worthwhile to her.

Regina, upon seeing the response, trembled with anger. As she was alsout to unleash a string of insults on Madison, she realized she had been blocked. Frustrated, she slammed her phone on the sofa. “This bitc h dares to defy me!”

Over the past three years, Madison had always been submissive in front of Regina. Suddenly, Madison’s change in attitude made her uncomfortable. She recalled Daisy’s words that Neville did care about Madison, pondering. Indeed, after being together for three years, there would inevitably be some emotions attached. Madison, perhaps, relies on Neville’s remaining feelings for her, which makes her change from the previous submissiveness to such arrogance towards me. Some people are inherently vile; they shouldn’t be given any hope. Thinking about the Koenigsegg Neville bought for Madison, Regina felt a pang at heart. She cursed in mind. “No matter what, I have to meet that bitc h. Even if I can’t recover the money. I still need to give her a piece of my mind. After all, the funds are from the Preston family. Why should she, a c u n n n g bit c h, flaunt it around like she owns the place?

Daisy, due to injuries on her body, was in so much pain that she couldn’t even turn over. She moaned almost all night, disrupting Regina’s peace.

On the other hand. Madison slept well through the night until dawn. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a video call from her son, Jeremy. It had been a while since she last saw him, so she eagerly answered the call.

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Due to the time difference. Warcana Island was tw i l n g with stars at the moment. Jeremy had just finished showering lay in bed, preparing to sleep. His features almost perfectly replicated those of Neville, like a miniature version of him. However, with his freshly blown-dried hair, he had a touch of softness, much warmer than Neville’s icy demeanor.

“Mommy, I’ve landed a big deal, and the client happens to live in Norxton. Can you run an errand for me tomorrow?” Jeremy asked.

Knowing her son well, Madison sensed something fishy. She raised an eyebrow and asked, “Is it that simple?”

“Yeah, you think I’d trick you?” Jeremy replied, half-jokingly.

Madison teased, “Haven’t you tricked Mommy enough times?”

Looking aggrieved, Jeremy said, “So Mommy thinks I’m a trickster now? Don’t you like me anymore?”

Madison couldn’t bear to see her son like this and reassured him, “Mommy is just teasing you.”

“So, Mommy agreed, right? Be at Mount Funky Cafe at 10 today, Table 11. Don’t forget!’ Jeremy quickly hung up after giving the address, fearing he might reveal too much.

Madison couldn’t shake the feeling of being lured into something, but since she had agreed to it, she decided to make the trip. She was curious to see what exactly her son meant by a “big deal.”

Probably due to Neville’s cold nature, Madison never excessively restricted her son. She believed that the kid should have the freedom to be himself, allowing him to pursue his interests within reasonable limits and granting him enough privacy. At the age of three, Jeremy developed a keen interest in hacking. Madison took it upon herself to teach him, and to her surprise, the young lad exhibited exceptional aptitude, almost surpassing her skills. Later, he became fascinated with weapon modifications, prompting her to hire a top-notch weapons expert for private lessons. Occasionally, he was sent to

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training camps. After a year of private tutoring, the instructor jokingly claimed there was nothing left to teach Jeremy, over the past year, Jeremy had already begun taking independent orders on the dark web.

However, before Madison left, she had to make a trip to the headquarters of Loveille. Recently, thanks to the fame brought by Daisy and Alison. Loveille gained multiple trending topics, significantly boosting its exposure. The brand’s visibility had risen, leading to a steady stream of buyers, and orders were already booked until the end of next year. With a triumphant expression, Ross handed Madison the financial report, saying, “Madison, we really need to thank Ms. Preston and Miss Conner. Loveille’s inventory has not only been completely sold out due to overwhelming demand but also the order volume has multiplied several times.”

Madison quickly scanned the report, noting that while the order volume was still on the rise, Loveille had been stagnant for the past three years. Moreover, the orders were all handmade, and there was a shortage of skilled tailors, causing a lack of production capacity. Hiring a large number of tailors at this point would not only raise doubts from outsiders about Loveille but also waste a significant amount of

the company’s manpower and resources. After all, the process of recruiting and training a tailor would involve many complex procedures, from assessment to onboarding

The most efficient approach would be to collaborate with major luxury brands. Loveille could provide design drafts, and the major brands would be responsible for the manual tailoring. After all, these prominent luxury brands had stood tall in the fashion industry for a long time, boasting a large number of highly experienced tailors. Initially, Madison intended to leverage the identity of the winner in the competition to negotiate cooperation with Fliwip. However, with Neville and Alison being severely criticized now, it would be only natural for them to hold a grudge against her. On the other hand, from her perspective, this competition was organized by Neville for Alison. Therefore, regardless of the outcome, Alison was destined to become Fliwip’s ultimate partner. This fact forced Madison to find an alternative path for Loveille.

After contemplating for a moment, Madison turned to Ross and said, “I heard Ethan Collins, the CEO of Collins, has returned. Arrange a meeting for me.”

Ross’s eyes widened. “What? You want to meet Ethan? Are you planning to collaborate with Collins?”

If we’re seeking a partner, why not choose one on par with Fliwip?” Madison insisted on her decision.

“Boss, do you know the relationship between Ethan and Neville?” Ross asked.

Madison nodded. Ethan and Neville were arch-enemies, known to have clashed since childhood. Neville ventured into real estate, and Ethan was unwilling to fall behind. The two once competed for a piece of land, directly auctioning it for over 200 million dollars. However, they both got disqualified in the end due to violating auction rules. While the Preston family excelled in the hotel business, Ethan, not to be outdone, swiftly opened a chain of hotels by copying the management structure from Neville. The Collins family’s forte was in the fashion business, and Neville partnered with Ryan to elevate Fliwip

to a luxury brand that could rival Collins. Moreover, the rivalry extended beyond the business realm, with Ethan once pursuing Alison. In the end, Neville outmaneuvered Ethan, s n a t chi

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Observing Madison’s expression. Ross knew she was aware of the situation. He advised, “Boss, Ethan despises everything about Neville. Although you’ve claimed to have divorced Neville, you still have some association with him. Trying to collaborate with his arch-enemy might prove to be a challenging endeavor.”

Madison raised an eyebrow. “How do we know if we don’t try?”

With the clock ticking towards ten, Madison changed into suitable attire and hurried to Mount Funky Cafe. Following the waiter’s guidance, she arrived at Room 11. Upon enterin

g, she saw a man with well-sculpted features and half-tied braided hair, appraising her with keen interest. He spoke up first, “Are you my blind date for today?”