Fonggha, Lady Rebecca, he replied, still speaking in a high pitch.

Are you a fabric merchant? What is the name of your store? Bone fabric store, he responded.

Everyone was taken aback.

What a peculiar name.

It hardly seemed fitting for a business.

is catering to the living.

Very well.

We shall proceed with your bone fabric store this year, but the skirts length must be extended, Lady Rebecca declared.

Expressions of resignation swept across the faces of the other fabric merchants.

They've been outdone by this suddenly emerging youth, though their designs bore some flaws.

They could be amended.

Yet, overall, Fongo's approach was undoubtedly more innovative and bold.

Losing this round was of little consequence.

They had learned new compositional techniques and daring skirt designs from him which they could apply next year, claiming them as their own.

Very well, Lady Rebecca.

We can negotiate some details later, Fong House said.

Lady Rebecca nodded slightly, saying, "All right, those from the bone fabric store may remain while the others may return.

Your businesses in the city will continue to operate normally.

There is no need for concern.

" "Yes, Lady Rebecca.

" The others bowed and exited the hall.

Even Tavac withdrew, gesturing to him at the door, signaling that he would wait outside.

In the hall, only Fong Ho, Lady Rebecca, and a few female servants remained.

"How long have you been operating your fabric store?" Lady Rebecca inquired.

"A century old establishment, an enduring legacy," Fungha responded softly, his voice somewhat strained.

"Which city do you hail from?" "I have never heard of it before," Rebecca inquired.

Her curiosity peaked by the young man before her.

He lacked the sickopantic demeanor typical of merchants and seemed unfamiliar with the local customs.

I am from the northern part of Pearl City and it is my first time accompanying the Tavic merchants to Ley City.

Funhow replied candidly.

Rebecca nodded thoughtfully and continued, "I am quite pleased with the clothing design.

As for the remaining jewelry and those white stockings, shall I contact the jeweler for their creation?" Fong Hao had presented a comprehensive plan encompassing a complete ensemble from head to toe.

The clothing can be finalized, but what about the others? Time waits for no one.

No, I will handle everything.

If Madame Rebecca provides me with detailed body measurements, I will also arrange for the jewelry and stockings.

Fungho asserted, taking full responsibility for the tasks at hand.

This declaration astonished Rebecca, who emphasized, "You are certain you can manage all of this? Of course, I would never jess with you in such matters, he assured.

Very well.

Please come by tomorrow morning and I will provide you with the measurements.

I hope you will not disappoint me, Rebecca said earnestly.

Fongo smiled and nodded, watching as she ascended to the second floor.

Upon exiting the lord's residence, Tavik awaited outside.

How'd it go? Did you secure the deal? Tavik asked anxiously.

It's settled.

I'll return tomorrow to take the measurements.

Fongghao replied as they walked out together.

You truly succeeded.

My goodness.

The two climbed into a carriage and headed towards their lodgings.

On the way, Tavic incessantly murmured about certain details from the design sketches.

The following day in the morning after lunch, Funha returned to the Lord's residence.

Upon stating his purpose, a maid led him directly to the second floor.

She gently knocked on the door.

"Madam, Mister Fong Hao has arrived.

Let him in.

" Came Rebecca's voice.

The maid opened the door, gesturing for Fong how to enter.

Stepping into the room.

Golden sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the floor.

In the center of the room, Rebecca lay nude upon a gray blue sofa.

A blue blanket draped over her to cover her modesty.

Beside the sofa leaned an unfinished oil painting, the paint still wet.

Noticing fong house's gaze linger.

Rebecca's brow furrowed momentarily.

Ahe him.

Madame Rebecca, such a lifestyle can easily lead to wrinkles.

If you wish to maintain youthful skin, you must rest punctually, Fongghao remarked.

His voice slightly strained as he entered, swaying his hips.

Rebecca's expression softened, and she stretched languidly on the sofa.

Chapter 230.

The pale-blooded Fongo entered the room and seated himself upon a nearby chair, his back straight and hands elegantly folded upon his thighs.

He exuded a somewhat delicate demeanor while unabashedly gazing at the sumptuous figure before him, whose skin rivaled that of a youthful maiden in its porcelain fairness.

"Do you possess knowledge concerning skincare?" Rebecca inquired, turning to reveal her long hair cascading down her shoulders, exposing her pointed ears.

A flicker of intrigue stirred within Fong Ho.

An elf? The notion of elves wielding authority within human cities was indeed unexpected for him.

Yet such matters held little significance.

He was merely a passing merchant.

Research is hardly the right term.

Skin requires maintenance.

Ensuring ample hydration is paramount.

Above all, maintaining a regular schedule is essential.

Funhow recalled the advertisement for facial masks he had seen on television.

Ah, it seems you are quite knowledgeable, Rebecca smiled faintly.

Just a collection of trivial knowledge.

Fongha replied with a slight smile.

Madam, regarding the data, Rebecca stood casually wrapping a blue blanket around her shoulders.

After considering it last night, I believe it would be best for you to take the measurements personally as this gown differs significantly from previous designs.

Rebecca placed great importance on the gown.

The selected fabric shop would enjoy a year of tax exemption in the city, a measure to encourage continuous innovation among these establishments, striving to create more exceptional gowns.

However, in recent years, she had encountered no works that satisfied her.

Fonggho s design was the first to challenge the conventional notions of formal attire.

Very well, Fongghao rose and retrieve the measuring tools he had borrowed from Tav, initially intending to appear more professional.

It was unforeseen that Rebecca would require him to measure her personally.

He unfurled the measuring tape and approached her, the blanket snugly encircling her underarms, accentuating her prominent curves, the contours distinctly visible.

"Madam, please raise your arms," he spoke softly.

As Rebecca lifted her arms, Fongo wrapped the measuring tape around her chest, applying a gentle pressure that left a rounded indentation.

He then turned aside and meticulously recorded the measurements onto a piece of paper.

Rebecca emanated a duality of contrasting qualities.

As the lady of a city, her cool demeanor conveyed an air of dignified elegance, perhaps even aloofness.

Yet her figure and beauty exuded opulence and maturity.