While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174: Chapter 174 Naya Meets Xander

​The main room of the empty shop was buzzing with continuous energy.

​Veyra, Mia, Megan, and Jade stood together right in the middle of the open floor, surrounded by light dust floating in the air and endless potential. Broad streams of warm morning sunlight poured in through the front windows, illuminating the bare space.

​Jade knelt down and spread her large design sketches across the clean floorboards. The drawings were extremely detailed, vibrant, and full of creative ideas.

​"Alright," Jade said, looking up with a bright smile. "Here is the core vision I have mapped out."

​She leaned over and tapped her finger on the first main page. "This right here is our primary feature wall. I want to fit it with custom floating shelves and clear display cases designed to showcase collectible art figures."

​Mia tilted her head, looking a little puzzled. "Collectible figures?"

​"Trendy designer toys, limited-edition art pieces, and exclusive pop-culture releases," Jade explained, her eyes lit with enthusiasm. "This exact visual aesthetic is wildly popular with our target demographic right now. College students, young professionals, and people looking for a unique spot to hang out."

​Veyra knelt down beside her to study the layout carefully. "I really like how it looks visually, Jade. But do you think it might be a little too niche for a general tea shop?"

​Jade shook her head without a second thought. "Not at all. The crowd for collectible figures isn’t restricted by age anymore. It completely comes down to whether people connect with a specific character or style. If the atmosphere feels cool and the brand identity is strong, customers will keep coming back to check out new additions."

​Megan nodded along slowly as she looked over the drawing. "She actually makes a really good point. I’ve seen people drop serious money on rare display pieces just to collect the whole set."

​Veyra smiled, feeling reassured by their input. "Alright then. Let’s go ahead with it."

​Jade grinned from ear to ear, thrilled by their approval, and quickly pulled out the next sheet from her binder.

​"Now, over on this side is the main seating lounge," Jade said, pointing out the second floor plan. "I’m thinking built-in booths with thick cushions, soft warm lighting overhead, and a full wall of bookshelves featuring a curated selection of light reads. Nothing overly academic or heavy, just pure relaxed atmosphere."

​Veyra looked closely at the drawn layout. The seating booths were smoothly curved, the lighting fixtures looked warm and inviting, and the surrounding shelves held a balanced mix of paperback books and small decorative figures.

​"I love this setup," Veyra said softly, genuinely impressed by the work.

​Mia clapped her hands together in excitement. "It’s literally perfect for what we want."

​Jade beamed with pride, holding the sketches up for everyone to see.

​Directly across the street, sitting inside the quiet second-floor café, Naya Whitmore kept her sharp eyes locked on the scene.

​Her gaze remained fixed on the wide display windows of the new storefront across the road. She could clearly see Veyra moving around inside the lit room, laughing easily, gesturing toward the walls, and chatting with her group of friends.

​Naya’s jaw clamped shut, the muscles along her cheeks twitching with deep irritation.

​She had been keeping watch on this exact block for days now. She had been waiting patiently for a single slip-up, searching for a clean opening to striking back and setting her revenge plan into motion.

​Yet, despite all her effort, she had not found a way to move in. Veyra was constantly surrounded by people and protected around the clock by visible security.

​Naya’s fingers curled into tight, pale fists against the glass tabletop.

​She realized she couldn’t pull this off completely on her own. She needed local leverage.

​To get what she wanted, Naya had reached out and called in a substantial favor.

Carter Vance was a known local fixer in the area, a quiet broker who knew every major figure and property line in the Riverside District. He had extensive connections, access to muscle, and the ability to set up meetings with people who could get things done under the radar.

​A few minutes later, Carter Vance walked up the café stairs, bringing a well-dressed man along with him.

​The man was noticeably tall, with broad shoulders and a stern, weathered face. His dark eyes were cold and calculating, and he walked with a subtle, barely noticeable limp in his left step.

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