I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 265

With The Polaris Series designs finalized, the crushing weight hanging over The Design Department finally lifted.

As soon as the initial prototypes were crafted, the pressure immediately shifted to The Brand & Marketing Hub.

Stellaris Corp placed such immense importance on this collection that they hired Quentin Sinclair, a renowned commercial director famous for shooting high-end luxury campaigns.

When the news broke, the entire company was thrown into a frenzy of gossip.

Everyone in the industry knew Quentin Sinclair. If the company managed to book him, the budget had to be astronomical.

Because Sienna had contributed significantly to the final design, Rowena requested that she oversee the production progress on set. Naturally, this meant she had no time to manage her team back at the office.

Sienna didn't mind at all. She was happy to take on whatever work came her way.

Anything was better than dealing with Liam Carter's incessant whining. How was she supposed to survive a guy who constantly hijacked professional conversations to reminisce about their childhood? He stressed her out so much she had nightmares about taking her college entrance exams and forgetting how to write.

If they hired a top-tier director, they needed top-tier talent in front of the camera.

Instead of using their usual roster of in-house models, Stellaris brought in two highly sought-after rising stars to play the male and female leads.

It wasn't until the talent arrived on set that Sienna realized the male lead was Nathaniel Yale.

"A rising star?"

"I guess you could say that, but honestly, I just used my dad's connections to skip the line."

Sienna's mouth twitched. He was just as painfully honest as ever.

But his appearance had drastically changed.

Nate's signature chestnut curls were gone.

They had been replaced by a sharp, clean-cut, mature hairstyle that highlighted his strong jawline. At first glance, Sienna had barely recognized him. Stripped of his boyish charm, he looked infinitely more rugged and masculine.

Sienna clicked her tongue. "You grew up."

Nate smiled and held out his hand. "Let's reintroduce ourselves, Sienna."

Sienna casually swatted his hand away. "I still don't date men who are three years younger than me. Just stick to calling me Sienna."

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"No, it's not. This copy is practically brand new. There's no tape anywhere." Not only was there no tape, but the spine was immaculate. She had been terrified of accidentally creasing it.

Sienna frowned. She stared at the book in Sophie's hands.

The cover was pristine, and the pages were a crisp, untouched white. It didn't look like a repaired book. It didn't even look used.

"That's not my copy," Sienna stated flatly.

"It has to be," Sophie said, opening the front cover and holding it out for Sienna to see. "Look, your name is written right here."

Sienna lowered her gaze.

A single line of handwriting jumped out at her.

[For Sienna, my apology. —Jorrod.]

She recognized the penmanship. It was Jorrod's handwriting. Even the intimate nickname and the signature matched.

[I'm sorry, I'm replacing it with a new one.]