Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 90

Arkpool City's most exclusive clubhouse, the spacious and grand parlor was decorated in classical style, a Picasso painting hanging on the wall and the aroma of Earl Grey tea filling the air.

When the dignified and elegant Queen saw Jennifer's work, she was completely stunned and mesmerized.

"So beautiful. There is an attractive quality in these pieces, not flashy at all. I don't need someone to label the design concept because I've seen it at a glance."

Jennifer sat with the Queen and, surprisingly, her pronunciation was a very standard London accent, "My design is inspired by life, nothing obscure or incomprehensible, but I have worked hard on it indeed."

The Queen was deeply attracted by her charisma and turned her eyes to look at her, "You are amazing. You seem to have displayed the true meaning of life through your design."

"Thank you for your appreciation and recognition."

"I heard that you are not a designer of the Marsh Group?" The Queen smiled as she looked at the man sitting not far away, "You're Mrs. Marsh?"

Jennifer nodded with a smile too, her eyes as clear and bright as the full moon.

"You and Mr. Marsh are a great match."

"Thank you."

The Queen let her sit down next to herself and went through the manuscripts one by one. Jennifer patiently told the Queen about the origin of her creations, and the Queen listened intently, occasionally amused by her humorous words.

Ivan sat aside in a single sofa, his legs elegantly crossed, as he sipped his coffee and listened to their conversation.

Catherine outside the glass door watched the scene for a long time. She could not believe that Ivan had actually brought Jennifer here!

And the atmosphere seemed to be harmonious.

A bumpkin was actually sitting next to the Queen, making the Queen laugh and having an intimate chat with her.

What was the Queen holding in her hand? Design drawings?

Catherine's heart sank. Where did those come from?

Linda forcibly pulled her away, fearing that she might rush in out of impulse.

In the next parlor, Linda closed the door, "Miss Collins, it looks like things have worked out."