Just as Hirvan's frustration reached its peak, and he entertained thoughts of strangling Elian for spouting nonsense about being friends, the door to the VIP room swung open.
The designer, Andric, entered and interrupted Hirvan for taking drastic action against Elian.
Andric was an intriguing figure. Despite his youth, he quickly rose through the ranks to become one of the most sought-after designers in the fashion world. His reputation was built on his unique approach to fashion, valuing the aura and presence of his clients over their lineage or wealth. As his eyes landed on Hirvan and Elian, they lit up with enthusiasm, clearly recognizing the challenge and opportunity before him.
"Hello, which one you are here for my new collection?" Andric asked, his voice brimming with energy as he glanced between the two men.
"That would be me," Hirvan responded, his tone sombre.
Andric's eyes sparkled with excitement.
Hirvan has a hard time considering Elian as his father. To him, Elian was still very much a rival.
And, let’s be clear: there was no flirting involved. All he did was ask for help and use Elian’s first name, that's it!
If anyone thought otherwise, it was because of their own twisted assumptions, not because of anything Hirvan did.
please don't hate my baby!