His Domineering Lover
Chapter 635

When they arrived at the restaurant, Mr. Bardem had been waiting for them. Tracey felt someone's eyes upon her as she entered.

"You are..." There was surprise in Mr. Bardem's eyes, as if he had known Tracey.

Tracey was confused. She could confirm that this was the second time she had met him, and she didn't say hello to him at the dinner party. Why did he act like he knew her? "Hello, I'm DO. Steve says you want to meet me." Tracey smiled decently.

"Yes. Miss, you don't look European. Where are you from?"

Tracey got more confused. Why did he ask her this the first time he met her? But since he asked, she answered anyway.

"I'm from City A."

"City A? Is your mom Venus?" Smarty suddenly asked. Tracey finally knew why he looked at her like this.

That was probably because she looked like her mom. If he were her mom's acquaintance, things would be easier.

However, she didn't know if she should say yes. Venus had been hiding who she was, and Mr. Bardem could be a bad guy.

"Miss, is this a difficult question for you to answer?" Mr. Bardem looked at Tracey, who was so much like Venus.

"Well, yes, my mom is Venus. Sir, do you know her?" Tracey asked tentatively.

"Well, we met many years ago. She'd been unmarried, and few people knew she had a child. I thought of her the moment I saw you. You're just like her." Tracey remembered Steve telling her that Mr. Bardem looking favorably on Rocco at the dinner party. Maybe it was also because of her mom.

"So, Mr. Bardem, you're my mom's friend. That's a bit of luck."

"Mr. Bardem, let's take a seat. We have plenty of time to talk." Steve saw an opening.

He had thought it was a long shot because Mr. Bardem had a good time with Rocco that day after Tracey left the dinner party.

Now that they knew Mr. Bardem was a friend of Tracey's mom, they and Rocco were on the same starting line.

"Okay. Miss, can I have your name?" Mr. Bardem looked up and down at Tracey, realizing that she did not look like Neymar. Neymar had been with Venus for so many years. If she didn't love Neymar, who did she love? He was really curious.

"My name is Tracey Xia, and my father is Ben Xia."

"I see. I'd love to meet your father sometime."

"You seem very interested in my mom. May I ask what your relationship is with her?"

"Haha. If anything, I was her suitor. Of course, I didn't get her." Mr. Bardem said frankly.

"I know how you feel." Steve said to Mr. Bardem in his heart. Tracey had a lot of suitors, too. Maybe she got that from her mom.

"Mr. Bardem, you're so fun. Since you're my mom's friend, can I call you Uncle Bardem?"

"Of course. You look just like your mother. Turns out my favorite designer is my friend's daughter. What a connection!"

"Uncle Bardem, I'm your favorite designer?" Tracey felt flattered. After all, Mr. Bardem was no ordinary man.

"Yes. I love every single one of your work. I didn't believe it when I was told you were young.

"I thought it was possible for a young person to come up with something so unique. Your works make me feel inner peace."

Hearing this, Tracey immediately knew he was not a layman. "Uncle Bardem, you flatter me. I don't really think about a lot of things when I design. I just want to express what I want to express." Every period of her work was related to her mind. When she first came to America, she was so poor that she couldn't even feed herself. Later, she started her own company.

She'd undergone something of a reformation, like a butterfly coming out of a chrysalis. So, there was rebirth and hope in her work at that time.

Her first work attracted wide attention as soon as it came out. Jewelry was inanimate, but a great designer could bring it to life.

Tracey was a great designer. Her work encouraged women to be strong and brave, because every woman could be a butterfly.

She even handcrafted every single one of her jewelry. They might not be as perfect as things made by machines, but they were special and unique.

It was her conviction that made her who she was. Even Mr. Bardem was her fan.

"Tracey is a talent, and designing is just her hobby. She doesn't major in design in college." Steve added.

"Oh? What does she major in?"

"Business. She's not only a great designer, she's a great businesswoman. To tell you the truth, she's the real boss of my company. I work for her." Steve said in a joking tone. Steve's share of the company was only five percent less than Tracey's. To put it correctly, he worked with Tracey. It was just that she left him in charge of everything at the company. He was now the head of the company, and Tracey was his partner. He was just saying that to make Mr. Bardem want to work with them more.

Moreover, Mr. Bardem used to have a crush on Tracey's mom. That was a plus.

"Tracey, you-you're just terrific. You have all your mother's good qualities. Your future is promising." Mr. Bardem praised Tracey from the bottom of his heart.