True Heiress Returns to Her Unemployed Rich Family (Arabella) novel Chapter 568

Arabella nodded in approval. "Nice—you've really thought this through.

"I've been considering it too. For Tylin Design Studio's future, the custom handmade line will stay exactly as it is—I'll still be personally handling those designs. But for the ready-to-wear collections, we're definitely going to need more designers on board."

"That's exactly where my head's at," Colton agreed.

Arabella gave him a few directions. "Take the lead on this. Look for designers who really align with our brand's vision. I don't care if they're not well-known or if they're fresh out of school—that's fine by me."

"Got it," Colton said.

"Alright, let's leave it there for now." Arabella ended the call.

She let out a long, slow breath, feeling unusually light. For some reason, today just felt good—like everything was falling into place.

Before long, evening rolled around.

After wrapping up at work, Arabella drove back to Cloudrise Manor.

"Frank, Ethan," she greeted as she walked into the living room. "Where are Mom and Dad?"

"They went back to Hamilton Manor," Ethan explained. "Naomi asked them to go with her to visit Grandma and Grandpa."

Arabella looked puzzled. "I thought they said this weekend?"

Ethan shrugged. "Not sure exactly—it was kind of last-minute."

She frowned slightly. "Is it because of what was in the news? But the Stewarts already put out a statement, and even Matthew clarified everything. Grandma and Grandpa wouldn't get the wrong idea, would they?"

Going back to explain things now felt a little off somehow.

"Who knows?" Ethan sighed. "Sometimes it's like Naomi's a completely different person lately."

"She really isn't the same as she used to be," Frank added quietly.

Arabella and Ethan both turned to him. "Do you know something?"

"Not really. It's just a feeling," Frank said. "There's something different about her now."

"Ugh," Ethan sighed again. "She used to be so sweet, so put together."

Frank's expression darkened. "Exactly. That's why I get the sense there's something she's not telling us. There's a kind of heaviness to her now—hard to read."

"That's the feeling," Ethan agreed, shaking his head helplessly. "I wonder what she's planning, going to Hamilton Manor today."

"Let her do what she wants," Arabella said. "At least she's not going to hurt Grandma, Grandpa, Mom, or Dad." Everything else seemed minor in comparison.

Ethan nodded. "Alright, enough about her. Let's go eat."

"Yeah," they both agreed, and the three made their way to the dining room.

Dinner was already laid out, so they sat down and began to eat.

Frank shot him a mildly annoyed look. "You really know how to pick a spot."

"What's wrong with it?" Arabella's curiosity was piqued.

"Misty Resort is open to visitors, but it's not exactly open to the public," Ethan explained. "And hardly anyone knows it's actually Frank's private estate."

Arabella's eyes widened. "Frank, Misty Resort is yours?"

Seriously—what kind of surprising news was this?

"Yeah," Frank replied, watching her reaction. "Judging by your face, you really like it there?"

"Of course!" Arabella didn't hold back. "Who wouldn't?"

Come on—this was Misty Resort!

A breathtaking natural retreat on the outskirts of Doranor City, spanning thousands of acres. It was part of the region yet felt worlds away.

Even though it operated as a luxury resort, you couldn't just walk in. Access was limited to well-connected individuals, and reservations had to be made months in advance—sometimes as long as a two-month wait.

And yet, it still attracted politicians, celebrities, and business leaders all eager for a chance to stay there.

"In that case, let's just make Misty Resort—" Frank began, but Arabella cut him off with a playful groan.

"Frank, are you trying to keep me from going or something?"