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The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret novel Chapter 315

Alexander's stronghold wasn't actually in Saeville but primarily in Buranda, where he controlled 90% of the jewelry market and held a stellar reputation in the international jewelry industry.

Every designer dreams of crafting high-end jewelry, watching as those gems gradually come to life in their hands, creating a sense of accomplishment.

Frey knew her status as Nathaniel's lover. Given this, Alexander wouldn't seek her cooperation for jewelry design.

Mandy smiled and said, "Of course, Ms. Frey is primarily responsible for our company's design department. I believe Mr. Alexander's cooperation with our company is mainly for you, so you two should discuss it today."

Mandy joked, "I'll provide the venue, and you two can have a good discussion."

Alexander laughed and gave Mandy a deep look, feeling a bit suspicious but unable to pinpoint anything unusual.

Despite being the president of a small company, Mandy had a perfect resume. Which was a rags-to-riches story of a girl with no background who started her own business and became a strong woman in the business world.

Additionally, her company recently won the bid for the East Seaville design project, signed a development agreement with Technologent Group, and even recruited a genius designer like Frey.

It's going so smoothly that it seems more like a fairy tale than an inspirational story.

Alexander, however, is intrigued by Frey. After all, she had been with Nathaniel, and he wanted to conquer Nathaniel's woman.

Alexander smiled at Frey and said, "Ms. Frey, don't worry. Your jewelry design will not conflict with the Technologent Group's East Saeville project."

"One involves gems, the other land."

"We don't need your design team to come to Lloyd Jewelry. Just provide good gemstone designs. Ordinary drawings will cost one million per picture, and if designed by you, the sky's the limit."

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