Her Tears Are His Weakness novel Chapter 178

Some people even took pride in owning Evergreen Corporation's bags, especially in the entertainment industry, where one-upmanship was practically a sport.

Thanks to Wesley's connection with Leonardo, the artists under Wesley's label never lost when it came to fashion.

Wesley's expression eased a little, though he still looked annoyed.

Shooting Leonardo a sideways glance, he asked, "You think you can buy me off with this bit of stuff? Do I look that easy to bribe? My dad's practically storming over here to kill me.

"Doesn't my life count for anything?"

Leonardo replied calmly, "I'll set aside a limited edition for you next time. Give it to your mom."

That did the trick. A reluctant smile tugged at Wesley's lips. "Now we're talking. You really know how to work with people.

"My mom lives for your company's limited editions—has a whole cabinet full of them, showing them off every chance she gets.

"Give her another one and she'll be on my side, for sure. Once she's in, my dad can throw all the tantrums he wants. It won't make a difference."

Apparently, Wesley's mom, April Harbor, ran the show in their household, and clearly, his dad, Jude Stewart, adored her.

Wesley leaned in a little closer. "Make sure I get a few extras from the new season, yeah?

"The women I brought here today might not have contributed much, but they showed up and played the part. Have to reward them somehow, or I'll have a hard time explaining things."

Leonardo nodded. "Okay."

Wesley beamed, pleased with himself.

Samantha was starting to understand why those three women seemed to get along so well around Wesley—he never played favorites.

He always found ways to get them a piece of the pie, no matter where they went.

However, Leonardo reminded, "Your dad's almost here. Shouldn't you be running for your life?"

"Oh, crap. You're right." Wesley jumped like he'd been jolted awake and bolted toward the pavilion.

"Jessica, Melinda, Diana! Time to go!"

The three women, who'd been happily chatting with Laura and Yara, froze mid-sentence. Then, they turned to apologize.

"Mrs. Garrett, Ms. Quest, it's been such a pleasure talking to you two, but we have to split. Hope we get to meet again sometime! Goodbye!"

"Oh," she replied softly.

He took her hand and started walking toward the Garrett residence's gates.

Samantha hesitated. "Shouldn't I at least say I'm heading out?"

"Just say that I dragged you away. Blame it on me."

Leonardo knew it wasn't exactly the polite way to handle things, but watching those people constantly nitpick at Samantha was ruffling his feathers. Frankly, he couldn't be bothered about giving them the courtesy.

As they arrived at the gates, a maid quickly brought Leonardo's car from the lot. With the heater on, it made the interior warm and toasty.

Samantha climbed in, and Leonardo handed her a small blanket to drape over her legs.

She looked down. It was pink and patterned with cute designs—definitely not something a guy like Leonardo would pick for himself.

She smiled. "Did you get this for me?"

Leonardo glanced at it, then pressed the gas pedal as the car rolled forward. "It came as a free gift."