Yvette remained calm as she took out her phone and dialed Sienna. Sienna answered immediately. "Hello, Ms. Zeller. How is it? Did you see anything you like?" The last time Ms. Zeller had sent thirty sketches, Sienna had only managed to produce ten due to her hospital stay. These, along with Sienna's own designs, had been brought by Alan for this occasion.

Yvette glanced at Alan, standing beside her, and casually said, "Hmm, can't choose; keep them all."

Sienna gasped dramatically, startling Alan. He recognized the voice instantly. He stared at Yvette and the phone, realizing she had called Ms. Sterling directly—a bold move. He doubted Sienna would agree to such an unreasonable request, and even if she did, he was certain the mysterious owner of "Vibe" wouldn't.

Yvette handed Alan the phone. "Sienna has something to say."

Alan took the phone, moving to a corner. "Ms. Sterling, hello. This is Alan. Regarding Ms. Zeller's request, I think..."

Before he could finish, Sienna interrupted, "Oh, I know. Let her have all the dresses." Her tone toward Alan was markedly different from her conversation with Yvette—more serious and sincere.

Alan was stunned. His hands trembled; he almost dropped the phone. Ms. Sterling had agreed to such an unreasonable demand? It was absurd. Even if Sienna were a close family member, she lacked the authority to override "Vibe's" rules. He glanced at Yvette, lounging calmly on the sofa, her demeanor regal and indifferent. After a moment's hesitation, Alan steeled himself. "Ms. Sterling, I hope you've considered this. This could become a major PR issue for 'Vibe.' What will other clients think?"

Sienna paused, clearing her throat. "It doesn't matter what others think. What matters is that Ms. Zeller likes them." "Vibe," she revealed, was created by Yvette herself; all the rules were hers. The rumors about "Vibe's" marketing strategies were false; the exclusivity stemmed from Yvette's disinterest in mass production, leading to the limited-quantity rule.

Alan was taken aback by Sienna's dismissive tone, sensing bias. He responded sternly, "Ms. Sterling, I cannot accept your directive. I request this issue be reported to the owner for a final decision." He had joined "Vibe" captivated by the "Dream" series, vowing to work there ever since. His greatest regret was never meeting the mysterious owner, whose vision he respected deeply. He wouldn't let anyone tarnish it, even Ms. Sterling.

Sienna was getting a headache. She knew Alan's stubbornness; she needed to tell him the truth. She'd transferred him from Mysonna to Betrico because of his excellent performance, to expand "Vibe's" commercial presence. After a brief silence, she spoke softly, "Haven't you always wanted to know who the real owner of 'Vibe' is?"

Alan was surprised. His voice rose slightly. "Of course, I do. Ms. Sterling, you know how much I've longed to meet her."

Everyone in the living room turned, confused by his outburst. Yvette, sitting with legs crossed, remained indifferent, casually playing with her phone. Aurora felt the awkwardness. Refusing Yvette would be embarrassing, potentially damaging her reputation. She resolved to ensure Yvette left with the dresses; money wasn't the issue, only Yvette's reputation.

Andrew pulled out his phone, intending to call Jeremiah. Yvette, without looking up, coldly said, "Put it away." Andrew quickly pocketed his phone, bewildered. Yvette wasn't even asking for help—why the confidence? Surely, even with her connections to the Mysonna president, they wouldn't grant special treatment. He sighed, expecting embarrassment.

Charles, calmly sipping water, remained unperturbed. Unlike Andrew and Aurora, he wasn't worried. "Yvette said the dresses will stay, so they will. No need to worry," he stated.

Andrew stared, incredulous, but silent. He couldn't understand Charles's unwavering faith in Yvette.

Ten minutes later, Alan ended the call, stiff and shocked. His eyes were wide, pupils dilated, hands trembling. He was in disbelief. Never had he imagined the muse he'd admired for years was a young woman in her early twenties. Now, everything clicked. Eight years ago, how young had she been when creating the groundbreaking "Dream" series? The home service, Yvette's casual demand—it all made sense. She was keeping her own creations. He'd been the fool.

Only the owner could have Sienna make a personal call. Yvette was not only the owner but the chief designer, and ten of the thirty dresses were her latest designs. After his shock, excitement surged. He'd finally met his long-admired muse. Sienna had instructed him to keep her identity secret. Containing his emotions, Alan bowed deeply to Yvette, his voice trembling slightly. "Ms. Zeller, shall we organize the thirty dresses for you? Where shall we send them? I can adjust sizes now. If anything isn't satisfactory, I can alter it. Thirty dresses—are they enough? We have a dozen more at the store; I can bring them if you'd like."