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Aisha looked at Luca with confidence. The makeup artist told her that Luca loved the dress, and she was willing to

pay a high price to purchase the dress.

That was why Aisha used it as a bargaining chip to get the chance to cooperate with Luca.

Luca frowned when Aisha just could not stop pestering her. Then, she declined and said, "I'm sorry. I'm going back

to my country today. Please bring back the dress and the jewelry."

The dress was beautiful, but it was only a piece of clothing to her.

It was not something irreplaceable.

Aisha refused to give up and insisted, "We have a branch office in your country. We can hold the photoshoot there if

it's possible."

Luca secretly let out a sigh. How could this woman not give up no matter how hard she tried to reject her?

The makeup artist beside Aisha felt that Aisha was trying too hard. No matter how hard she tried to convince Luca,

Luca had no intention of becoming her model. "Ms. Aisha, why don't we—"

Aisha glanced at her impatiently and said, "Pack the dress and jewelry and leave first. I have something to discuss

with Ms. Craw."

Luca was about to speak when she saw Luke coming out of his room.

He did not close the door, so he would have heard the conversation between them.

"Are you done yet?" Luke deliberately asked.

Luca shook her head.

Aisha could not help but exclaim while looking at the man in front of her. If it were not for his outstanding

achievements, she would have tried to convince him to become her model too.

His body proportions were much better than most Western men. He was born to look good in anything. If she had a

personal model like him, she would gain more inspiration for her designs.

"Sir, I—" Before Aisha could say anything, she was interrupted by Luke.

"She doesn't need this dress. Pack your things and please leave." Luke put on a cold expression on his face and

rejected her.

Aisha looked startled. Did he not know about her international fame?

The royals and nobles in Europe would look for her to tailor-make their clothes when they had to attend any parties

or events.

Moreover, they would not always get the chance to customize their clothes...

"Sir, here's my name card." Aisha took her name card out of her bag, trying to tell Luke who she was.

However, Luke did not even glance at it. Realizing that she did not intend to leave, he picked up the hotel landline

beside him and called the receptionist. Then, he spoke in Russian, “Please have your security guards come up

here.”

The makeup artist was surprised to hear that and quickly said, "Sir, please leave the security guards out of this.

We'll leave right away.”

Aisha widened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her incredulously.

Tons of people out there dreamed of becoming her model, hoping to wear the haute couture she designed. The

wives and daughters of those wealthy men did not even have the chance to get one of them. However, the man

and woman in front of her could not tell chalk from cheese.

Aisha got furious.

The makeup artist asked her assistant to keep the dress and jewelry. Then, she held Aisha's hand and said, "Ms.

Aisha, we should leave."

It would be embarrassing if they stayed longer and got chased out by the guards.

Aisha was famous in the fashion industry in Russia. The receptionist could recognize Aisha with just a glance when

Aisha talked to the receptionist downstairs not long ago.

If she were chased out by the guards and seen by those people, she would be all over the internet.

Aisha was reluctant to leave, but she had to take care of her reputation.

Knowing that she failed to negotiate cooperation with Luca, she looked at Luca and said with some bitterness,

"Miss, you'll regret rejecting me."

Luca was rendered speechless. Was there anything that could make her regret it?

She would not even have the chance to wear the clothes that Aisha designed again.

"Take care. Goodbye," said Luca as she opened the door.

The makeup artist bit the bullet. She grabbed Aisha's hand and left.

Luca closed the door once the three of them walked out of the suite, then she looked at Luke, who was still holding

the phone.

He said to the person on the other end of the line in Russian, "Never mind, we don't need them anymore."

After that, he hung up the phone and said to Luca, "Turn on the air purification mode in the AC."

"Ah? Okay." Although Luca had no idea why he would ask her to do that, she turned on the air conditioner.

Russia was located near the north, so they did not need the air conditioner. However, the hotel that they were

staying in was a luxury hotel. Even though the heating system was installed, the hotel installed air conditioners in

the suite too.

However, the air conditioners were practically decorations.

Luca turned on the air conditioner and switched it to the purifying mode.

"That woman's perfume stinks," Luke explained to her when she was carrying out his instructions.

Luca was stunned for a moment. He must be talking about Aisha.

The perfume she wore was truly pungent.

The corners of Luca's lips curled into a smile. She turned around and said to Luke, “Mr. Crawford, I'm going to pack

my stuff first."

"Okay." Luke watched her walk back into her room. Then, he returned to his room too.

Luca stood beside the bed and looked at the jewelry box placed on the bed.

This was the sapphire jewelry set that Luke gave her.

She could not return it to him, so Luca picked up her clothes and towels. Then, she wrapped the jewelry box

carefully to prevent the jewelry set from breaking by accident while she was on her way back home.

After she wrapped a few layers of clothes and towels around the jewelry box, she carefully placed the jewelry box in

the luggage. Then, she placed another layer of clothes on top of it.

She let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she brought more clothes with her this time due to the cold weather here. Otherwise, she would be

forced to carry the expensive jewelry set with her while constantly keeping an eye on it.

On the other hand.

Matysh got his hands on the information related to Luca.

He frowned when he was reading the information, and he said to the person on the other end of the line, "She's

Russian?"

"Yes. According to the information given, she followed her mother and immigrated here. But I had too little time. I

didn't manage to find out who her family members are," replied the detective on the other end of the line.

Matysh always had a purpose whenever he asked him to conduct a background investigation on a woman.

It was mostly because that woman refused to listen to Matysh. That was why he wanted detailed information about

that woman. Then, he would force her into submission by targeting her weaknesses.

The detective had worked with Matysh several times, and that was why he knew about all the dirty tricks Matysh

used.

Matysh said with dissatisfaction, "You're too slow. Make it quick. I want her family members' information."

He did not think that Luca was born into a noble family.

She was only an ordinary person from an ordinary family. He only had to ask someone to threaten her family

members. After doing that, she would have to come to his side and offer herself to him even if she was not in

Russia.

"Noted, Mr. Matysh. I'll hurry up," replied the detective. The person Matysh wanted to investigate was only an

ordinary person. That was why he gave his promise and reckoned that he would be able to dig into Luca's

background soon.

Matysh hung up the call. He stroked his chin while reading the information. The photo on the paper was Luca's ID

photo without any makeup on.

"This woman is pretty," said Matysh. Her bare face looked beautiful even though she did not have any makeup on.

His desire of making her his woman grew even deeper.