The next morning, Yolanda went to the Tala headquarters.
The place was exquisitely beautiful, brimming with a sense of design, and filled with fashion gurus, fully displaying the prowess of the fashion design capital.
The person responsible for receiving Yolanda was also Chinese, nad Leah Diaz, who was slightly taller than Yolanda, with pretty flaxen short hair and seed very cheerful.
"Welco, welco, Miss Yolanda, I have always been your fan." Leah gave Yolanda a big hug as soon as they t.
Yolanda was pleasantly surprised, "A fan?"
Leah nodded, "Yes, those artworks of yours, especially ’The Island,’ I really love them."
Yolanda paused, Leah was referring to those pieces that lissa had plagiarized from her; she hadn’t expected that people at Tala headquarters would know about them.
She smiled lightly, "Thank you."
"You’re welco, you truly deserve it, unlike so people..." Leah pursed her lips, "They are thieves."
She whispered in Yolanda’s ear, "I never liked lissa, you did a beautiful thing."
"Thank you for believing in , it’s just too bad the judges of the Muse award didn’t agree," Yolanda tugged at the corners of her mouth, "Do you know lissa?"
"Muse is all about taking money to get things done, lissa spent five million, everyone here knows," Leah said disdainfully, "Yeah, we were friends for a while when she first ca here."
She then mid stabbing her own eyes, "I was blind back then."
So, it turned out that lissa had settled the matter with money. Hearing this news made Yolanda feel a bit better.
She found herself liking Leah more and more.
After touring Tala, Yolanda then t with the president and the head designer, and finally, her day ended.
She was exhausted, it had been a long ti since she had walked so much.
Tala had arranged accommodation for her, she would stay with Leah, rent-free for three months.
After leaving the company, the two went to the hotel to get their luggage, and then headed to their residence.
"We’re here, fourth floor." Leah stood at the bottom of the stairs, pointed upwards, and asked Yolanda with a smile, "You look quite tired, can you still move?"
"No problem." Yolanda tugged at the corners of her mouth.
The two of them went upstairs, one in front of the other. Yolanda was indeed tired and walked a bit slower.
As they passed the third floor, she saw the door of an apartnt open, and a little girl, who looked about two or three years old and was also Chinese, stood behind the security gate. She was thin, with big eyes that looked particularly large.
Yolanda thought to rest for a bit and put down her luggage and walked over, "Hi little sister, how are you?"
"Are you my mommy?" the little girl asked timidly.
"Ah?" Yolanda quickly shook her head, "No, sweetie, are you looking for your mommy?"
"Yes." The little girl’s speech was unclear and hesitant, "My mommy is missing, daddy said that mommy looks like you."
Yolanda understood that the child’s mother must also be Chinese.
She looked behind the little girl, "Is your daddy ho?"
"No, May is at ho alone," the little girl lowered her head, looking sowhat sad.
Yolanda was slightly shocked, leaving a two- or three-year-old child alone at ho, wasn’t that a bit careless?
She was about to ask sothing when Leah ca back.
"Has May eaten?" Leah asked as if she knew her way around, clearly familiar with this little girl.
The little girl shook her head, her dirty little hands touching her belly, she was probably hungry.
"Wait here, auntie will bring you so food," Leah took the bag from Yolanda’s hand, "Let’s go upstairs first."
Little May was very well-behaved and imdiately said goodbye to Yolanda.
"Goodbye, May." Yolanda felt a pained affection and followed Leah upstairs.
She curiously asked, "What’s going on? Why is that child alone at ho? Don’t her parents care for her?"
"Who knows?" Leah opened the fridge looking for food, "I’ve never seen her mother, and her father sotis is gone for days. It’s not easy for the child to survive, relying only on neighbors for help."
Yolanda frowned, "How can this be? She’s so young."
"Sigh!" Leah took out so milk and bread, "There’s no help for it, her parents must both be Chinese. Who knows how they got here—maybe they regretted having a child. The mother ran away, and the father clearly doesn’t want to care."
Realizing that Yolanda was quite concerned about the child, Leah then handed her the food, "Why don’t you go bring this to her?"
"Sure." Yolanda took the food, went downstairs, and saw Little May still waiting behind the security gate, evidently starving.
She opened the packaging and found a gap to pass the bread and milk through.
May imdiately started eating heartily and while eating, she thanked Yolanda, "Thank you, auntie."
It was indeed heart-wrenching.
Yolanda watched for a while, then was about to stand up to leave when a man arrived.
The man was also dirty, unshaven, wearing a woolen hat, and looking very desolate.
He eyed Yolanda as he opened the door.
"Sir, hello," Yolanda pointed upstairs, "I live upstairs. I saw the little girl was hungry, so I brought her so food."
The man was expressionless, "Thanks."
After entering, he closed the door.
Inside the room, the man snatched the food from Little May’s hands and ate it greedily.
"Hungry?" he mumbled as he ate.
May nodded and then shook her head, "May not hungry, daddy eat."
"Heh..." the man scoffed, "If only your mom was half as sensible as you, it’s too bad she just left five hundred thousand and disappeared without a trace. Damn tireso."
"Mommy will co back," May said while looking down, always unable to resist speaking well of the mother she’d never t.
This ti, the man didn’t explode to correct her; instead, he simply coldly chuckled, "Yes, she will co back."
Little May found it odd and stealthily watched the man.
The man gobbled down the bread in just a few bites.
He got up, took out his phone, and sent a ssage to a number.
[You really dare to co back, when shall we et?]
After a long while, the other side finally responded, [I can’t possibly et you, you want five hundred thousand, right? I’ll send it as soon as I can!]
[You will et .] After sending the ssage, the man tossed his phone aside.
Upstairs, Leah heard that the man had co back and sighed several tis.
"What’s wrong?" Yolanda felt sothing was amiss, "Her father ca back, shouldn’t he be able to take care of her? Isn’t that good?"
"Take care?" Leah shook her head, "I guess that the bread and milk you just sent have already been eaten by the man, and Little May will have to go hungry again tonight."
Yolanda found it unbelievable, how could a father treat his own child like this?
She couldn’t just stand by and watch.
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