Domineering Lover novel Chapter 621

Tracey's days in Rome were really laid back. Adam had to work every day, while Tracey slept until she woke up.

Tracey finished her tour of downtown Rome. This day, she received a phone call.

"Hello, Jovanni." She got up from the bed and scratched her messy hair.

"Hey, you still remember me. Then why didn't you come to see me? It's only a two-hour flight from Rome to Paris!" The man's crazy voice came from the other side of the phone.

"You know exactly where I am, don't you?" Tracey teased him.

"Of course. I also know that you made Candy a unique set of ruby jewelry."

"This is a secret between me and her. How do you know that?" Tracey asked.

"She's my friend. I met her at an award party two days ago. As soon as I saw the jewelry she was wearing, I knew you made it."

"Boss, there's nothing in our contract that says I can't give her jewelry. I didn't break the contract, did I?" Tracey smiled.

"You ungrateful girl! You think I'm calling you for the contract? Miss Designer, you're not gonna give up jewelry for perfume, are you? Your fans are all waiting for your new works!" He gushed.

Jovanni Santana was DO's boss. He owned the top jewelry design firm in the world. He offered to sign DO because he was interested in her works and her.

To his surprise, DO turned him down. Design was just a hobby for her, and she had her own company.

Jovanni would never forget how he was rejected by a young, inexperienced girl.

His mouth was wide open in shock. His company had signed countless of the world's top designers.

This was the first time he'd tried to sign a newcomer, and he was turned down?

Not only did DO refuse to join his company, she refused to have dinner with him.

Jovanni was a playboy. The first time he saw DO, aka Tracey, he was attracted. She was like a beautiful rose with thorns.

He didn't give up after she rejected him. After many negotiations, she finally agreed to work with him.

He was her boss, but she didn't have to do everything he said. She designed the jewelry.

He supplied the materials, and they split the profits in proportion.

The only thing that bothered him was her demand for a limited release of her works. She said her works could only be works of art, not commodities.

At first, he thought she was crazy. Did she hate money? But in order to keep her, he agreed.

According to their contract, he couldn't rush her, he couldn't change her designs, he couldn't mass-produce her works, and he couldn't blow her cover. Her works would always be hers.

It had been six months, and DO still hadn't designed anything new. That was why Jovanni called her.

"You know how busy I have been. I should have something new next spring." Tracey said seriously.