“Then, please, assist me in handling this matter.


    Thank you so much.


    ”


    Ste responded with a warm smile and a nod.


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    I’ll be right back.


    ”


    With Ste temporarily gone, the coffee shop now housed only Matthew and Mia.


    With Ste’s intervention, Mia’s spirits had markedly improved.


    Taking the initiative, Matthew introduced himself, extending his hand courteously.


    “I am Ste’s husband, Matthew rk.


    ”


    Mia raised a quizzical eyebrow, seemingly taken aback by the title he used in his introduction.


    Not the president of Prosperity Group, but Ste’s husband.


    It appeared that thetter title held greater prestige in his eyes.


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    She responded with a polite smile, “I am well aware of who you are, Matthew, the president of Prosperity Group.


    I have recently been in contact with yourpany’s designers, and your consultant, ter, has left asting impression on me.


    ”


    Matthew’s countenance remained unchanged as he spoke with measured words.


    “Thank you for your kind words.


    However, I also hope that you can provide Ste with an opportunity to showcase her abilities.


    ”


    When Matthew mentioned Ste, his demeanor involuntarily softened, reflecting the deep affection and pride he held for his wife.


    Mia observed Matthew in silence, his figure cloaked in a perfectly tailored ck suit exuding an aura of maturity andposure.


    Seeing a strategic thinker like him lowering his status and willingly advocate for someone else was a surprising sight.


    Deep within her, Mia felt a profound sense of astonishment.


    She nodded gently and wore a warm smile, remarking, “I also deeply admire Ste.


    Her exceptional character is what I hold in the highest regard.


    ”


    In the midst of their conversation, Ste returned to the coffee shop with haste, cing the acquired materials on the table.


    Matthew’s keen eye caught a stain on the pristine white hem of her dress, and he furrowed his brow in concern, asking, “What happened?”


    Ste followed his gaze, nced at the hem, and offered a casual exnation.


    “I think I walked a bit too briskly earlier and identally brushed against something.


    It’s nothing.


    ”


    As she spoke, she retrieved the materials, inspected the distribution of beads on the dress hem, and then knelt down to begin sewing.