Chapter 162

Harrison could read Beatrice's expression perfectly, yet Evelyn's aloof demeanor toward him left an unsettling weight in his chest.

The road ahead appeared fraught with unexpected challenges.

"Oh, Evelyn darling," Beatrice suddenly brightened, "I recall your passion for fashion design. Professor Edmund Whitaker from Pamore University's Design School happens to be my former classmate."

"He's hosting an exclusive design exhibition in Pamore this weekend. I've secured VIP invitations. You and Harrison should attend as my representatives," she offered with a knowing glance.

A spark of genuine interest lit Evelyn's eyes as the corners of her lips curved upward.

"How wonderful! I'd love the opportunity to learn from industry masters," she responded enthusiastically.

Beatrice's heart swelled with satisfaction as she exchanged a meaningful look with Harrison, who immediately recognized her matchmaking intentions.

"Absolutely, we'll go together," Harrison added smoothly.

Beatrice nodded approvingly. "Excellent. I'll rest easier knowing you're attending together. But young man," she warned playfully, "I expect you to take exceptional care of our Evelyn."

"Please don't worry, Aunt Beatrice," Evelyn interjected with a warm smile. "Harrison has proven himself the perfect gentleman. I couldn't be in better hands."

The older woman's face glowed with delight at their apparent compatibility.

Professor Edmund Whitaker stood as a titan in fashion academia, having shaped countless designers during his illustrious career at Pamore University.

His award-winning creations had graced international runways, earning him legendary status in design circles.

Naturally, his exhibition drew elite designers and passionate enthusiasts from across the industry.

At the venue entrance, Eleanor abruptly pulled Vanessa aside. "Darling, have you submitted your portfolio to Professor Whitaker yet?"

"You're already in your second year. If you want that postgraduate position under him, we must act decisively," Eleanor pressed with urgency.

Vanessa suppressed an eye roll at her mother's persistent nagging.

"Mother, please," she snapped. "The submission is handled. My designs speak for themselves. Professor Whitaker's acceptance is merely a formality at this point."

Eleanor exhaled in relief. "Excellent. When you meet him, ensure you make an unforgettable impression."

"Secure that early admission so you can transition seamlessly after graduation."

"Obviously," Vanessa replied through clenched teeth.

As they entered the exhibition hall, Vanessa scanned the crowd for Professor Whitaker. Her search halted abruptly when she spotted an unexpected figure.

"Evelyn? What's she doing here?" she hissed.

The mere mention of the name twisted Eleanor's features into a scowl.

"That little witch," she muttered darkly, recalling their last humiliating encounter.

"Mother, why would she be here?" Vanessa's voice carried an edge of panic.

"Probably just another social climber at a cultural event. Pay her no mind," Eleanor dismissed.

Vanessa's fingers twisted nervously. "But what if she's here to sabotage me? She knows about my postgraduate plans with Professor Whitaker—"

Eleanor placed a reassuring hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Relax. She's a businesswoman, not a designer. Your talent will eclipse anything she could possibly say."

"But—" Vanessa's anxiety refused to dissipate.