Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 87 Mrs Fox Looks Stunning
Stunned by his invitation, Melinda was unsure of what to say. Haven’t I done enough by giving him my sketches?
While Stanley held her slightly icy hand, he gazed at her intently. “Okay?”
Her fluttering eyelashes trembled lightly, and the warmth from his palm spread to hers. When their eyes. met, her clean and
innocent face amazed him. “Okay.” She agreed, and a relaxed and happy smile finally appeared on his lips. Regardless of who
was responsible for the leaked sketches, he felt a sense of relief.
On the same night, Monica returned to her apartment with exhaustion and collapsed on the bed, bursting into tears. Lydia stood
by the bed, her eyes similarly red-rimmed, for she understood Monica’s feelings. Any comforting words would be powerless at
this moment.
“Sob... I thought I could move him as long as I worked hard. Monica was upset. “I thought he could see my efforts and
dedication, but now, even God has come to interfere. The only one I’ve moved is myself.” Her hair was messy, her clothes were
slightly disheveled, and her eyes were bloodshot, vastly different from the optimistic and decisive vice president during the day.
After Lýdia picked up the pillow Monica had thrown to the ground, she poured her a glass of milk and handed it to her. “Miss
Keller... Sometimes admitting defeat is the best way to find relief.”
I won’t admit defeat!” Emotionally aroused, Monica gritted her teeth and questioned, “Why should I admit defeat? Am I not good
enough?”
“Of course, you are good enough.” Lydia wanted to comfort her.
“He’s the president, and I’m the vice president... As tears streamed down her face, she let out a bitter, mirthless smile. “I’m only
one step away from him. Loving someone isn’t about looking up to him. It’s about finding a way to get closer to him.”
“Miss Keller.” Lydia sat on the edge of the bed, holding the glass of milk in one hand and supporting Monica with the other. “Mr.
Fox didn’t blame you, and this leak has nothing to do with you. Don’t blame yourself too much.”novelxo.com fast update
“This is the project Stanley has been paying the most attention to recently... I was closely monitoring the entire process, but a
problem still occurred. How can I explain myself to him?” The emotionally overwhelmed Monica broke down in tears, partly for
the company and partly for herself.

The next morning, Melinda was trying on a purple dress in the dressing room on the second floor of Emerald Harbor. In high
heels, she came to Stanley, but he shook his head. So, she returned to the dressing room and changed into a pink dress. Yet, he
still shook his head, so she went in to change again.
He sat on the couch outside the dressing room and professionally appreciated and judged each outfit. Red, yellow, blue, white,
black... She tried seventeen different colors and styles of dresses and finally felt exhausted. With a pout, she came out wearing
a black swan dress. “If this doesn’t work, I won’t go anymore. The problem is not the dresses but my figure.”
Hearing that, he rose and picked a nude-colored, long dress for her. “Try this one.”
“No.” She did not have the confidence. “This color doesn’t look good on me.”
“Just try it. How do you know without trying?” he said as he pushed her into the dressing room. “Do you want me to help you?”
At that moment, a mere smile tugged at his lips. She had always resisted nude colors, feeling she could not pull them off.
However, when she appeared in front of Stanley wearing the dress, his face vividly lit up. Even the maids who were helping out
started cheering.
“Wow, so pretty!”
“You look stunning. Madam.”
Melinda stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking at herself from head to toe. With the custom- made necklace that shone
brightly around her neck, she exuded an elegant aura, as if she had just stepped out of a stage play as a princess.
Seeing that, he was deeply satisfied. “Please change into your crystal shoes”
The maid brought the crystal shoes to her and helped her put them on.
“These shoes are beautiful. With a professional eye, she immediately recognized their high value. “Where did you get them?”
“I bought them,” he said. “They’re yours now.”
Her mood became brighter, and an unconcealable smile plastered on her face.
After changing her clothes, the makeup artist gave her light makeup before Stanley took her to the clubhouse.

On the other hand, Monica also set off with Lydia. After drinking excessively last night, she cried a lot, causing her face to
become swollen. She had to apply some ice packs to alleviate the swelling. Compared to last night’s overwhelming emotions,
she was much calmer today. However, she did not find a solution. to the problem, and the online discussion about the leaked
design sketches was still ongoing.
“Miss Keller, does Mr. Fox know we’re going too?” Lydia asked while driving.
“No matter what, I can’t let him bear it alone,” Monica said. “I’m the vice president, and I have half the responsibility for any
issues that arise. I have to face