Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Julian was visibly upset by Walsh's appearance. He wanted nothing more than to leave with Aurora right away.

Aurora noticed Julian's distraction. "What are you thinking about so seriously, Julian?" "Nothing, Little Bunny. If there's nothing else to do, let's leave." Julian's mind flashed back to Tina's urgent tone earlier, insisting he take Aurora away from New York.

It was as if Walsh were skind of monster. Tina clearly knew him better than anyone else. The information on him described a man willing to go to any lengths to achieve his goals.

People like that were the most dangerous. They smiled on the surface, but their depths were unfathomable, capable of betraying you without hesitation.

"Julian, I haven't met Mr. Bardem yet," Aurora said, her mind made up. Whether or not she could secure the project, she wanted to at least make the effort.

Julian couldn't resist her determined expression. "Fine. I'll give you the chance. But if you can't secure the project, you'll stay by my side and go nowhere. Understand?" "Okay." Aurora slipped out of his arms like a fish.

Julian kept a close eye on her. Even if she left his side, she would never leave his sight. "Why are you here?" Asher asked, noticing Aurora suddenly standing beside him. Since she'd been with Julian, the two had been inseparable, like conjoined twins.

"Of course, I'm here to fight alongside you and try to secure this project," Aurora said with a smile.

"You think you can do it?" "Not sure, but it's worth a shot. Trying doesn't cost anything. If we secure this project, the company's reputation will rise significantly." "Surprising to see love hasn't dulled your edge. Alright then, it's been a while since we fought side by side. The old plan?" Asher raised an eyebrow.

"The information says Michael Bardem isn't the type to be swayed by women or interested in antiques," Aurora had already skimmed through his profile.

"No one in the world is without preferences," Asher replied.

"So, you've already figured out what he likes?" Aurora asked. She was improvising, whereas Asher had been preparing for this for a while.

"Turns out his interests align with something you can help with," Asher said.

"Oh?" "He has a private passion for design, especially jewelry. My little genius, your reputation isn't small. This might just be the key to breaking through." Asher pulled out a ring.

It was one of Aurora's earlier designs. Beyond the publicly known pieces, DO had several private creations. "You don't mindsneaking one of your works out, do you?" Asher grinned.

"You know I don't," Aurora replied. She had always said that what was hers was also Asher's. They shared everything.

"Good. I wasn't sure you'd come, so I only brought your work. But now, it seems the designer herself might attract even more attention." "Not necessarily. Test the waters first. If there's a chance, we'll proceed to the next step," Aurora said. She and Asher had been partners for a long time.

Back in the days when they were just a small studio, their collaboration had been seamless.

Standing out among so many competitors wasn't easy. They had to work harder and be more creative than everyone else.

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"Alright," Asher said with a smile, waiting until Michael Bardem's entourage dispersed before approaching him. Michael Bardem had just stepped out of the restroom when a ring rolled to his feet.

He bent down to pick it up. It was a unique men's ring. As an amateur designer, Michael Bardem was immediately captivated by its design.

The style felt familiar. He flipped the ring over, noticing the delicate engraving of two letters: DO.

A figure stopped in front of him. Michael Bardem looked up. "Is this yours?" "Yes, thank you, sir." "This ring-it's from the young designer DO, isn't it?" Michael Bardem's interest was obvious. "Yes." "I know DO's work, but I've never seen this ring before." "To be honest, this is one of DO's unpublished designs. She's a designer and an artist. Her creations are rare and exquisite. Designing is her passion, which is why her work is so beloved. That's something other designers lack." "You know DO?" Michael Bardem asked, intrigued by the implication of familiarity. "Yes. She's a close friend of mine."

"That's rare. I've tried to learn more about DO, but there's so little m information-no one even knows if DO is male or female. All I know is that they're quite young." "I admire her work as well. If you don't mind, could you introduceto her?" Michael Bardem asked eagerly.

Asher hesitated, then nodded. "My friend is very private. If you want to meet her, you'll need to keep her her, you'll e identity a secret. Designing is just a hobby for her, and she doesn't want it to beca burden." "I understand. What's your name, sir?" Michael Bardem's excitement made him seem years younger, like a fan meeting their idol.

"You can callAsher. Here's my card." "Great. It's a pleasure to meet you. May I contact you privately?" "Of course, it would be my honor." Asher didn't mention the project at all, making the interaction seem effortless.

"Have a good evening," Michael Bardem said.

"You too, sir." Asher turned and left, his performance flawless and natural.

No one knew that in the few minutes Michael Bardem had stepped away, Asher had already seized the opportunity.

Aurora watched everything unfold from a distance. Asher strode toward her, giving her an "OK" gesture.

As they passed each other, Aurora teased, "Your acting's getting better. You could rival an award-winning actor."

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