In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Lawrence."

“When I ran away from home… I had very little money with me. I found a friend of mine. She wasn’t a noblewoman, but she owned a tailor shop.”

"However, her tailor shop wasn't very popular, and she was barely able to support herself. Her husband was a soldier, and they rarely saw each other."

"So you came to me hoping to hire me to design clothes for the clothing store in order to make more money, right?" Anno smiled.

Harley looked nervous and nodded: "Yes, Mr. Lawrence. So, what's your answer?"

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Testimonials

Hmm... this book is about to be released.

Wow, that's fast!

First, let's talk about the thank-you section... Thank you to everyone who reads this book, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

It is because of you that I have the motivation to write this book and the confidence to continue updating it.

The release was actually an accident, but now that it's on sale, I'll definitely work harder and more diligently to continue writing.

This book was actually written for myself when I was in a reading slump, but gradually, you all appeared on both sides of the road, and I realized that writing a book is not a lonely thing.

Later, I signed the contract somewhat haphazardly, then got featured on the recommendation page, and met even more friends.

For me, writing books is a process, but more importantly, it's an interest. The transformation from writing the stories I want to read to writing stories that more people can enjoy reading is probably what it's all about.

I'm not feeling well and I have to go to work, so I don't have much time to update for everyone. After it's published, I should update more than 6000 words today (because I don't have a computer, so I'm typing on my phone). This is mainly because I don't have any drafts saved up... So I will try my best to update within my capabilities.

Um... could I please give you some votes and subscriptions? Please...

Finally, as I said before, thank you for reading my book.

(P.S. After reading the plot of 2.6, I feel like Mushroom is going to betray us fanfiction authors.)

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Testimonials

Hmm... this book is about to be released.

Wow, that's fast!

First, let's talk about the thank-you section... Thank you to everyone who reads this book, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

It is because of you that I have the motivation to write this book and the confidence to continue updating it.

The release was actually an accident, but now that it's on sale, I'll definitely work harder and more diligently to continue writing.

This book was actually written for myself when I was in a reading slump, but gradually, you all appeared on both sides of the road, and I realized that writing a book is not a lonely thing.

Later, I signed the contract somewhat haphazardly, then got featured on the recommendation page, and met even more friends.

For me, writing books is a process, but more importantly, it's an interest. The transformation from writing the stories I want to read to writing stories that more people can enjoy reading is probably what it's all about.

I'm not feeling well and I have to go to work, so I don't have much time to update for everyone. After it's published, I should update more than 6000 words today (because I don't have a computer, so I'm typing on my phone). This is mainly because I don't have any drafts saved up... So I will try my best to update within my capabilities.

Um... could I please give you some votes and subscriptions? Please...

Finally, as I said before, thank you for reading my book.

(P.S. After reading the plot of 2.6, I feel like Mushroom is going to betray us fanfiction authors.)

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Chapter 192 Discussion, Analysis, and Parents' Actions

Anno didn't answer immediately, but simply picked up her teacup and took a sip.

He sighed: "Miss Harley, although I admire your choice to be self-reliant in pursuit of freedom, please forgive me for being unable to respond to this offer."

Harley seemed lost in thought, lowering her head, and it was clear she felt wronged.

“Actually, I’m just like you, Miss Harley.” Anno stood up, walked to the window, looked at the street outside and the pedestrians coming and going. “I admire freedom, love freedom, and pursue that feeling of being unrestrained and free.”

"Then why did Mr. Lawrence..." Harley looked up and asked anxiously and suspiciously.

Anno interrupted Harley, saying, "It is precisely because I also pursue freedom that I cannot give up my own freedom for the sake of others' freedom."

Harley looked at Anno, who was backlit by the sun, and nodded sadly. "I...I was presumptuous. I'm sorry, Mr. Lawrence."

Anno stroked his chin and sighed: "It's been a few months since I set up my own studio. To be honest, these past few months have been quite boring, even though I've earned a lot of Flora."

“A life where all you do is complete orders—that sounds awful, doesn’t it?” Anno said with a helpless smile.

"Although I say I pursue freedom, where is true freedom when walking in society? I can build countless cages for myself."

Harley looked at Anno, who had already sat back on the sofa and was staring blankly at the ceiling, and felt quite moved.

“I understand why Miss Harley chose me to be her designer…it’s because of the dress I designed two years ago.”

Harley nodded silently.

That dress made her famous, but it was also the source of her troubles.

Because Harley looked so stunning in that dress at the banquet, more and more nobles and young men came to her door to discuss marriage and propose.

However, although Harley didn't like the effect the dress had, she absolutely loved the dress itself.

It was because of this dress that Harley truly recognized the capabilities of Lawrence Anno Falco.

From having no tailoring experience, to learning tailoring, and then to designing plans and making actual cuts.

In just over a month, a completely new structure, a completely new style, and incredibly intricate clothing was designed. More importantly, it's beautiful and convenient.

Anno lowered her head in thought: "I'm glad you value my abilities, Miss Harley, but as for becoming a designer, I really can't agree to that."

"..." Harley clutched the hem of her skirt, her eyes filled with tears of disappointment.

“I have another option, I wonder if Miss Harley would be able to accept it?” Anno wagged her finger.

Harley looked up, a little stunned, not yet realizing what Anno was referring to.

“I will not be the clothing designer for your and your friend’s tailor shop because I cannot give up my life here, but I can provide you with patterns.”

"Blueprints?" Harley's blank stare returned to its bright state.

Anno nodded: "Yes, the blueprints. The blueprints that I designed."

“Tell me more about it,” Harley said, intrigued.

"Could you find out what kind of customers your friend's tailor shop caters to? In other words, what social class do the people who come to buy clothes come from?" Anno has changed dramatically from a few years ago; the current Anno is talkative and wise.

"Hmm...probably some minor officials or something?" Harley recalled the customers she had encountered at the store recently.

"There's another question. Do your parents know that you work in this tailor shop?"

Harley nodded.

"Hmm..." Anuo crossed his legs. "I see... It seems that business at the store hasn't been very good lately."

"How did Mr. Lawrence know that?" Harley nodded, puzzled.

“It’s very simple: your parents control your customer base.” Anno smiled easily. “Think about it, if your friend’s shop continues like this, what will be the final outcome?”

Anno stared into Harley's eyes: "It's definitely going to end with absolutely no customers."

Harley shivered.

"What will you do when you lose your home?"

“Go home…” Harley murmured to herself, her head bowed.

"I don't know what your friend's attitude is, but you should feel somewhat guilty. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come to me."

Harley nervously rubbed her hands together.

“After your friend’s shop went bankrupt, you wouldn’t go to other friends because of guilt, because you were afraid of dragging them down. So, in the end, you would definitely go home.” Anno pointed at Harley. “That’s what your parents wanted.”

Anno's words were honestly harsh, but the girl was also rebellious, which is why Anno dared to say them.

Harley was somewhat incredulous.

Anno didn't continue for the moment. They weren't talking about business; he was just helping a girl he admired analyze the situation.

However... Harley's parents, Baron Orvis, did use rather unethical methods.

Harley was initially skeptical, wondering if Anno was right. However, after careful analysis, she realized that it seemed... to be something she would actually do.

She was both angry and sad.

However, in public, Harley can still control herself and maintain basic decorum.

Tears just welled up in her eyes.

Anno smacked her lips.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

As someone who also dislikes being constrained, he can understand Harley's current predicament, and Harley had even helped him broaden his thinking before.

So, Anno decided to do a small favor.

“Miss Harley, let’s get back to the beginning.” Anno patted his knee to get Harley’s attention.

Harley looked at Anno, the one who had torn open the cruel reality.

“Abandon the low-to-mid-range market.” Anno looked directly at Harley. “You are the daughter of a nobleman; you must know other socialites.”

"Set your sights on high society and do business with the aristocracy."

“This way, your friend’s tailor shop’s income will also increase, and it will be able to bypass your parents’ blocked routes.” Anno’s lips curled into a faint smile.

Harley felt she had received too much information today and could only mechanically reply, "Uh, um."

“So, are you willing to accept my offer, Miss Harley?” Anno asked.

Harley pondered for a moment, then asked with some unease, "But how do we expand our business into high society?"

“Just do as I said before,” Anno said confidently. “Use your personal connections. As for the style of clothes…”

"Although I am not very proficient, I should be able to design a style that will satisfy you."

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