Chapter 43: Chapter 43: ID Photo

This weekend, Victor Morgan wasn’t working overtime. Instead, a tailor came to his home today to take his measurements.

The designer also arrived in Aethelburg from London today.

The designer wasn’t a particularly talkative person, but compared to Victor Morgan, he found the silence in the room unbearable. He was the first to break it. “Mr. Morgan, you have the perfect build for a suit. A walking mannequin, really.”

He had been making clothes for many years—his ancestors had even been designers for the royal family of the United Kingdom—and had seen countless clients. But this Asian gentleman before him, Mr. Morgan, truly possessed a superior physique.

As he watched the assistant tailor take the man’s measurements with a soft tape, the designer had already been observing the muscle definition of his distinguished client.

He wasn’t overly bulky, just lean muscle, toned to perfection—clearly the result of years of training. And those legs, with their stunning proportions, were simply a gift from the heavens.

After the designer’s compliment, he received no modest reply from Victor Morgan. The man merely gave a slight nod, showing no intention of engaging in further conversation.

The designer: “…”

’In his entire career, he’d rarely met a client so difficult to handle. Or perhaps not difficult, just… taciturn. So much so that even if you wanted to talk to him, you wouldn’t know where to begin.’

Having hit a wall, especially with Victor Morgan wearing such a cold, stern expression on his handsome face, the designer didn’t have the confidence to try making conversation a second time.

He sat to one side, holding a tablet. His email contained photos sent from the other designers who were working on Jessie Sterling’s wedding dresses.

There were many styles, and it was clear that for this union between the two families, the main focus was on the bride.

Even the groom himself had said he wasn’t picky and would wear anything, as long as it coordinated with the bride’s style.

That was why his firm, a century-old establishment, was handling the groom’s entire wedding suit.

“Later, get in touch with the lead designer for the bride’s gown. Have her send over a fabric swatch. I need to see it with my own eyes to confirm the color.” Having given up on making conversation with his silent client, the designer switched into work mode and addressed his apprentice.

A designer of his renown naturally traveled with an entourage, especially for an international commission like this.

The apprentice was about to acknowledge the order when, suddenly, the groom, who had been silent the entire time, spoke up.

“Are the designs for the bride’s dresses finished?” Victor Morgan asked suddenly.

The suit designer didn’t immediately realize that his client was speaking to him. He froze for a second before replying, “Not yet. There are still some minor alterations to be made based on the bride’s requests.”

“So you have photos?” Victor Morgan asked.

Since they weren’t married yet, Jessie Sterling obviously couldn’t reside permanently in Aethelburg. Furthermore, she had several wedding dresses, and the designers for two of them were based in Port Caldoria. It was far more convenient for her to stay in Southaven for the fittings than to be in Aethelburg.

Therefore, Victor Morgan was never present for any of Jessie Sterling’s dress fittings.

So when he heard that the designer from the United Kingdom might have photos of Jessie Sterling in her wedding dress, Victor Morgan couldn’t resist proactively asking about them.

“Yes, of course,” the designer nodded. “After all, I need to design your suit to complement the bride-to-be’s style.”

As he spoke, the designer had his apprentice hand him the tablet and pulled up a dozen or so photos of Jessie Sterling’s previous dress fittings from his email.

The designer had no idea why Victor Morgan wanted to see the photos. Since they were about to be married, it never occurred to him that the groom might be driven by simple curiosity, a touch of anticipation, and the nervous desire to see what his bride-to-be looked like in her gown. And so, as he opened a photo of the dress Jessie Sterling had tried on, he began his professional explanation for Victor Morgan—

“To complement the bride’s main gown, which is fully hand-beaded with diamonds, we’ve prepared a fine-spun fabric of cashmere and baby alpaca for you…”

The initial cost for this fabric, just for the raw material, would be between ten and twenty thousand pounds.

Afterward, adding solid gold buttons and various other accessories would cost another twenty thousand pounds.

Excluding the fees for design and labor, the materials alone would cost nearly forty thousand pounds.

But before the designer could finish his explanation, he saw Victor Morgan turn away, looking completely uninterested in the wedding dress photo on the tablet.

The designer: “???”

’Did I say something wrong again?’

Victor Morgan really wasn’t curious about the fabric for his own suit. He was just eager to see what his fiancée would look like in a wedding dress.

’Who would have thought the photo would only be of the dress?’

There had been an incident at a fashion show a while back. Before Quincy Sterling even had a chance to intervene, Victor Morgan’s side had already stepped in and resolved it. Ever since then, those around Jessie Sterling had become much more vigilant about her privacy. Now, there were even strict requirements for the hired wedding dress designers when they took photos.

Victor Morgan had no interest in seeing just a dress.

During a break, Victor Morgan picked up his phone and saw he had a message from Jessie Sterling.

His timing was perfect; the message from Jessie had arrived just two minutes earlier.

However, when he read what Jessie had written, Victor Morgan froze for a moment.

’A photo?’

’Of me?’

Whatever came to mind, a hint of a smile flickered in Victor Morgan’s eyes.

Meanwhile, on the other end, Jessie Sterling was still sitting at her desk, biting her lip and waiting anxiously, when she suddenly heard a notification chime from her phone.

A photo appeared in her chat window with Victor Morgan.

Victor Morgan hadn’t asked why she wanted a photo of him. He simply complied with her request and sent one over without any questions.

Except…

When Jessie Sterling looked at the brand-new photo she’d just received, she couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Another message from Victor Morgan popped up a moment later.

Victor Morgan: Sorry, I don’t really take photos. Is this one okay?

Jessie Sterling looked at what was clearly a freshly taken ID photo on her phone and found it hilarious.

Jessie Sterling: And if I said it wasn’t okay, do you actually have any other photos?

She had no idea what he was doing on his end, but it took about five minutes for Victor Morgan to reply.

Victor Morgan: I do.

The next moment, another ID-style photo, this one with a white background, appeared on her screen.

Victor Morgan: It’s the photo from my work ID when I first joined the company. I don’t really use the badge, but I still had a copy saved on my computer. Is this one okay?

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