The Gossip Behind the Magnificent CEO and the Mysterious Lady

After a night of rain, the weather on the second day was exceptionally sunny.

Rachel Saintclair sat in the conference room of Majesty Fashion Design Company, propping her chin with one hand and aimlessly doodling on a piece of paper with a paintbrush in the other.

This meeting was to discuss the new collection for the latest season. Since it wasn't yet time for the meeting to start, several people who had arrived early in the conference room gathered to gossip.

"This season's new products are all men's clothing, and finally, the model isn't Elizabeth Collins! I mean, Mr. Winston has had so many women around him, but why is he so infatuated with Elizabeth Collins?"

Dylan pointed at Elizabeth Collins' celebrity photo in the magazine, speaking loudly with a look of deep dissatisfaction.

Blair Bennett flicked her hair, looking as if she was the only one who knew the truth. "You guys don't understand. This is called 'passing through a sea of flowers without a single petal sticking to one'. Among thousands of beauties, he only has eyes for one."

Dylan rolled his eyes and was about to argue. "Even so, His rumors are coming out every day, aren't they afraid of the public getting aesthetic fatigue? Anyway, I'm glad not to see Elizabeth Collins. Even the most beautiful woman would get boring if you see her every day."

Wendy Howard, the designer's assistant, wagged her finger, as if she couldn't understand these two ordinary people. "Don't you know how wealthy Mr. Winston is? Wherever he appears, magazines will sell out, and the venue will be overcrowded. He is news in himself! Even if some people get bored, there are always those who don't, and they are in the majority!"

Then, she clasped her hands tightly together, tilted her head up at a 45 - degree angle, with an expression of extreme infatuation. "Oh, if only I could be Mr. Winston's woman, even for just one day, it would be worth it!"

Dylan felt that Leonard Winston's excellence as a man had bruised his poor self - esteem, especially when the women were talking about him with relish. "It's just because of his family's money and his good looks."

Blair Bennett gave him a disdainful look. "What do you know? The Winston Group was already powerful before, but since it was handed over to Mr. Winston in the past three years, look at how much it has expanded. In a few more years, it might seem like the whole world is marked with the Winston name."

Blair Bennett shook her head with a sigh of deep emotion. "Such a perfect man is simply like poison! I also want to have his children!"

"Speaking of which... Leonard Winston got married not long after taking over the Winston Group. But why have we never seen his wife? Scandals happen every day.isn't this woman worried? Maybe... the marriage is fake?" Wendy Howard looked puzzled.

Harrison Price, who was playing with his phone, chimed in at this moment. "I have a friend who's a journalist. When Leonard Winston got married, the secrecy measures were on par with those of a security agency. But it's certain that Mrs. Winston really exists; it's not a gimmick."

Blair Bennett sighed. "Women in the upper - class... It's more realistic to daydream about having a one - night stand with Mr. Winston. But he himself is a business opportunity. No wonder everyone wants to get involved with him."

Wendy Howard rolled her eyes and nudged Rachel Saintclair, who was engrossed in doodling. "Hey, Rachel, what are you daydreaming about?" She peeked at the drawing under Rachel Saintclair's hand. "Working so hard? What's this? The new design for the next season?"

Blair Bennett, the gossip - lover, immediately leaned over to take a look. Seeing that the design under Rachel Saintclair's pen was already taking shape, her eyes lit up with envy.

"Our Rachel is so diligent. She's already sketching the clothing design for the next season. No wonder she's the chief designer!"

After flattering, she had to gossip. She leaned over mysteriously and asked, "Rachel, don't you have any interest in Leonard Winston at all?"

Rachel Saintclair stopped drawing, pulled over the magazine on the table. On it was an intimate photo of Leonard Winston and Elizabeth Collins snuggling up to each other, looking very ambiguous.

Another photo like this. Can't you, Leonard Winston, change your pose? Even someone like me, who couldn't care less about you in the world, is getting tired of it!

"A person you see every day, what's there to be interested in?" Rachel Saintclair said indifferently. Judging from her tone, she really wasn't interested.

Blair Bennett looked a bit sad. "We can only see him in magazines every day. Although our company has a cooperation with the Winston Group, none of us have ever seen him in person."

Majesty is a subsidiary of the Winston Group's clothing brand. Everyone knows and envies this, and it's no secret. However, as a subordinate company, Leonard Winston has never come for an inspection. He seems to be very assured! The employees in the company have never seen Leonard Winston's true face, not even his back.

The female employees in the company, and even some male employees, are looking forward to seeing Leonard Winston one day. Precisely because he has never come for an inspection, they all work hard with the hope of being among the first in the company to see him, expecting to be discovered by Leonard Winston someday.

However, the company's assessment is also very strict. It's quite common for employees to be fired if they make the slightest mistake. Therefore, in order to stay in the company with the little hope of seeing Leonard Winston, everyone in the company works extremely hard.

"It's simple. You can wander around the Winston Group every day. You're bound to run into him. Nowadays, the story of a domineering president falling in love with a naive girl is very popular. Maybe by chance, he'll take a fancy to you. Then, you'll live an upper - class life from then on."

Rachel Saintclair teased Blair Bennett like this.

Blair Bennett cooperated with a lovesick look, covering her heart with an expression of infinite longing. "Ah, my Mr. Right, don't leave!"

The conference room was filled with laughter.

Seeing that everyone's attention had shifted elsewhere, the smile on Rachel Saintclair's face gradually faded. Her gaze fell on the magazine on the table.

Leonard Winston slightly turned sideways, and Elizabeth Collins, the popular model, was gently leaning on his shoulder. Elizabeth's long hair was slightly disheveled, looking lazy and charming. Her eyes were filled with a bit of confusion and a touch of feminine sensuality. She was truly a beauty. Any man who saw her would be attracted at first sight and want to possess her.

Elizabeth Collins had a charm that could drive men crazy and make women envious. It's said that women are natural enemies to each other, especially beautiful women. But Elizabeth Collins had managed to become the goal that all women strive for...

However, Rachel Saintclair thought that the bigger reason was that as a model, She could have a long and exclusive scandalous relationship with the heir to the Winston Group., which was why she became the target.

Speaking of which, Leonard Winston had a face that was a standard fictional character. He had the high - level appearance of an international superstar, with a pair of narrow eyes that even through the paper, one could feel their eagle - like sharpness and depth. All the standard features of a male lead in novels fit him perfectly without any sense of disharmony.

He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a flawless face, and a perfect eight - pack abs and V - line that made people's blood boil.

What Rachel Saintclair remembered most was his back. Sweat trickled down his strong back, and her gaze would involuntarily follow the trace of the sweat...

Bah, bah, bah. What am I thinking? Rachel Saintclair shook her head. Why do I think of his body as soon as I see this man's face? It's so annoying.

"Ding," the sound of a text message on her phone pulled Rachel Saintclair back to her senses.

After reading it, she couldn't help but sigh, covering her forehead with an expression of unease. She tapped the table a few times to get the chattering gossip group's attention.

"The director has something come up and can't make it. Wendy, go contact that model. We're going to shoot the clothing outdoors."