When Love Comes Late
Chapter 1808

Caught in a dilemma, Stella’s last hope rested on Fernando.

Exiting the clothing department, she passed the break room where muffled chatter hinted at gossip.

Uninterested, she hastened her steps until a familiar name, Elizabeth, caught her ear.

Elizabeth’s oversight regarding Margery’s dress had complicated Stella’s work, leaving her struggling to finish on time.

Suppressing her frustration, Stella couldn’t resist stopping.

A group of employees chatted animatedly about Elizabeth’s recent visit to the clothing department.

They whispered about how she had treated them to lunch and high tea.

One voice, dripping with scorn, remarked, “Rylie knows how to play nice with everyone, but only when it suits her.

She’s a pro at sucking up to people, but she’s also quick to forget who helped her.

Even though she’s on Prosperity Group’s payroll, she conveniently ignores what Elizabeth did to Mr.

Clark’s wife.

”

Another voice added, “Maybe she’s getting some perks.

I’ve seen the fancy bag Rylie’s been carrying around-it’s supposedly worth a whopping 300, 000 dollars.

”

“300, 000 dollars? Oh my goodness! I had no idea she was so wealthy.

Surely her salary couldn’t be that high, could it? Otherwise, wouldn’t she have flaunted it since long ago?”

A voice dripping with sarcasm cut in, “Who knows how she came into all that money?”

The group continued their discussion, oblivious to Stella’s growing discomfort.

As they debated, Stella’s expression darkened, her thoughts churning.

As soon as she heard they were about to leave, Stella slipped away, leaving before they emerged from the break room.

Back in her office, Stella sank into her chair, deep in thought.

The more she thought about the situation, the stranger it seemed.

After a while, a gentle knock broke the silence, announcing the arrival of Fernando and Doreen.

They entered together.

Doreen came carrying news from the studio.

Stella asked her to wait for a moment and turned to Fernando.

“Have you found a good embroiderer?” she asked.

Fernando handed her a folder.

“I’ve found a few candidates, but I’m not sure if they’re right.

You can check them first.

If they’re not suitable, I’ll keep looking.

”

Stella looked through the resumes inside, all impressive.

But when she looked at their work, she realized their styles and standards didn’t match hers.

She shook her head.

“These are okay, but they’re not what we need.

”

The dress’s embroidered detail was vital, the very essence of its allure.

Cutting corners was out of the question; it demanded nothing short of perfection.

Fernando nodded, understanding.

“I’ll track down the embroiderers.

”

Just as he was about to depart, Stella remembered something from her earlier eavesdropping and halted him.

“Also, check on the people Rylie’s been meeting lately.

”

A flicker of confusion crossed Fernando’s face, but he didn’t pry.

“Sure thing,” he simply replied, before exiting.

Half a day passed, leaving Stella still grappling with an unsolved problem.

She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

Seeing Doreen nearby, Stella asked, “Is everything okay in the studio?”