She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 468

"Those are too conventional. They're easily cracked or ignored."

Loyce pondered for a moment before offering a far more elegant solution. "Let's make it artistic. For instance, use nearly transparent, tone-on-tone silk thread to embroider your signature into the veins of a specific petal pattern. Or on the underside of a small embroidered leaf. You could even use UV-reactive thread within the trench coat's lining pattern to hide a 'spring' symbol—like a microscopic sprouting seed—that only appears under a blacklight."

Giselle instantly understood the brilliance of the idea. "I know exactly what to do."

With the business handled, Loyce remembered Giselle's earlier comment. "What kind of drama happened at Bloomberry today?"

"Apparently, some executives from Élégance headquarters came down to inspect us. A few of the board members went straight to the finance director. I don't know what they discussed, but every single one of them walked out looking furious," Giselle said. "So, I just slipped out."

Loyce chuckled lightly. "They assumed that by pulling our funding and factories, and shutting down all Bloomberry retail stores, we'd be dead in the water. They're probably shocked the company hasn't collapsed yet and came down to dig through our financials."

Giselle panicked. "They're not going to drain our accounts, are they?"

"Haha, if they could have taken the money, they wouldn't have looked so miserable," Loyce said calmly. "I am personally covering all of the company's financial losses. But with you on board, I'm confident we won't be in the red for much longer."

Giselle loved the feeling of being trusted and needed by her idol. But remembering the toxic gossip she had overheard, she couldn't help but add, "You haven't been to the office in a while, Ms. Loyce. You have no idea how people are talking about you behind your back. It makes me so angry!"

Loyce hadn't left the house in weeks; she genuinely had no idea which version of the rumor mill was currently trending. She picked up her coffee, took a sip, and asked casually, "Tell me about it."

Giselle ranted indignantly, "They're saying that you, the newly returned Lonsdale heiress, haven't even had an official welcome gala. And when a date was finally set, it got delayed. They claim it means the Lonsdales secretly hate you, or that there's something horribly wrong with you. They also call you a clueless airhead, saying you have zero business sense but still insist on playing the 'boss lady' persona."

Giselle was talking faster as her anger spiked. "They're saying you ignored Alicia's advice and stubbornly threw money into a black hole like Bloomberry just because you're stupid! And that you deliberately sidelined Alicia, fired all the capable staff she brought over from Élégance, and rejected all her help because you're petty and jealous! They literally know nothing, but they just run their mouths! I'm so mad!"

On the other end of the line, Loyce listened quietly. Not a single ripple of emotion crossed her face. It was as if the person Giselle was furiously defending wasn't her at all.

When Giselle finally finished venting, Loyce let out a soft laugh. There wasn't an ounce of anger in it—just a calm, all-knowing detachment, tinged with faint amusement.

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