The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 275

Don was caught off guard, but he couldn't help chuckling, "Isn't Marian a designer too? Why not let her take the lead?"

Marian was the granddaughter of the Frost family, and it would be more meaningful for her to personally take on a project that embodies her grandparents’ love and dreams.

Martin just shook his head with a smile, "She's not the right fit."

Don laughed, "Don’t want to work her to the bone, huh?"

Martin just chuckled and shook his head again, not going into detail.

He was a lot like Brandon in that sense.

Every time Don looked at those two, he felt like grabbing an iron bar to pry open their tight-lipped mouths. He wondered what kind of karma he had to end up with friends like these, each as tight-lipped as the next.

"What's really going on between you and Brandon? If she's not suitable, why can't you just spit it out? Every time Yolanda comes up, you all clam up like your lips are sealed."

Don was straightforward and can't hold his tongue. He just let it all out in a stream of consciousness.

Martin had no choice but to face him.

"Marian's design style is too out there, a bit too edgy for most people. My grandparents are more traditional and conservative. They can't wrap their heads around it."

He put it gently, not wanting to bad-mouth Marian's skills in front of Don.

Art was subjective, after all.

At first, he really wanted Marian to handle it, considering she was a grad from a prestigious school.

But after some back and forth, Martin had to admit, Marian wasn't up for it.

Her designs were modern and avant-garde, which to those with high emotional intelligence meant unique and innovative with a sophisticated aesthetic. But to the less charitable, it was a mishmash of bizarre, outlandish ideas.

Her grandpa, Louis, treated her like the real Yolanda, doting on her. Even though he didn’t like her work, he would reluctantly support her, while secretly it pained him.

Louis and his wife had loved each other a lifetime, and this Romanesque garden project was his wife's longstanding dream. Martin didn't want to mess it up.

So, after much deliberation, Martin decided to try the Zenithan-style resort designer Patricia had recommended.

He had seen her designs, which were more steady and culturally rich, more in line with what his grandparents wanted. That’s why he took special time today to meet her.

Don got it immediately. Martin was being considerate of Marian’s feelings and didn’t want to spell it out too bluntly.

Marian had been with the company for a while, and her designs were indeed unconventional and dark, which might be more palatable to the younger crowd but not to the average Joe, especially the elderly.

And Marian was pretty stubborn about her work.

For most, the client was king, and all designs catered to their needs.

But in Marian's world, there was no such thing as a client.

Her work was king, and if the client didn't like it, it was their taste that was lacking.

Don was a bit exasperated with her and understood Martin’s point immediately.

"How about I bring the designer over, and you guys can chat?" Don offered.

Martin nodded, "Sure thing."

"Have a seat for a sec."

Don got up, poured Martin a glass of water, then left the conference room for his office.

Sophia had just returned to her own office and barely settled in when Don walked in.

He gave a symbolic knock on the door, "Sophia, there's a new project. Come join the discussion, will you?"

Sophia nodded, "Alright."

She grabbed her pen and notebook from the desk and got ready to follow him out.

Marian, sitting in the outer office right by Sophia's door, had overheard the entire exchange. As Sophia emerged, Marian quickly picked up her pen and paper, stood up, and said to Don, "Mr. Dempsey, I should come too, right?"