Upon hearing this, Franklin didn’t even spare a glance, "Sister-in-law, just wait and see, there’s no need for more words."
"Is that so?" Sumr’s gaze carried a hint of complacency, "I am the CEO of The Ford Group. If there’s an issue with your project, I naturally need to step in. Let remind you, if there’s a problem with this show, I won’t cover for you because of your brother."
Franklin mimicked Sumr’s fake smile, casting a glance at Soren Foster behind her.
Sensitively aware of Franklin’s gaze, Soren instinctively wanted to stand in front of Sumr.
Franklin slowly withdrew his gaze.
"Sister-in-law, I think instead of ddling here, you should consider how to explain the financial deficit in the group’s reports after you took over when you face elder sister. After all, it won’t be long before she returns."
After speaking, his expression beca slightly more serious.
"Moreover, since I chose to cooperate with Evelyn Clayton, I certainly believe in her and in my own judgnt."
Sumr could barely hear the last part of his sentence.
Her complexion slightly paled upon hearing the words "elder sister," "What did you say? Elder sister... When did she say she was coming back?"
Franklin no longer acknowledged her, turning instead to smile at Yara Reagan.
"Director Reagan, let go see the effect of the garnts on the models."
Yara nodded, leading Franklin backstage.
The backstage was like another world, a chaotic mix of perfu and elegant chaos, bewildering beautiful faces and curvy waists, with all the models having completed their hair and makeup, changed into their clothes, and waiting for the show to start.
Iris Lockwood, being the lead, was dozing off in a makeup room chair.
Her makeup and hair were done, only her attire was yet to be changed.
Yara and Franklin stopped at the door of the model lounge, seeing Iris so sleepy, they tacitly refrained from disturbing her.
"Miss Lockwood seems a bit different from before." Franklin was handso, composed, and chose his words carefully, "It seed she and Designer Clayton had so disagreents back then."
Yara pursed her lips and smiled, "Many things, many people, are changing after all."
Saying this, she couldn’t help but lean against the door and hesitantly looked at Franklin.
"Just now, you ntioned to Sumr, elder sister? I haven’t heard that, besides the late Mr. Ford, your Ford Family had other siblings?"
Franklin lowered his eyes, appearing noble and aloof, "My elder sister is called Violet Ford. She was fostered to relatives at a young age, and we haven’t seen each other for many years, but our sibling relationship is strong. She’s coming back this ti, having heard so news."
Yara understood.
There had been big news recently.
It was about Sumr and Soren.
There had been rumors about the widow of The Ford Group’s forr president and her close assistant, but they had been well suppressed.
Sohow, this ti it erupted like a volcano, unable to be covered up.
Sumr attempted public relations efforts, but they backfired.
Such sordid affairs in high society were common for netizens.
But this ti, it was fresh due to the "persona" Sumr built up.
After Felix Ford’s passing, Sumr held the position of the Ford Family’s group CEO by herself.
Such a popular leading lady script is rarely seen even in TV dramas.
Now with a face-slapping tendency, those in luck enjoyed it imnsely.
However, before Yara could comnt on this, Franklin had already elegantly shifted the topic.
"I heard Miss Lockwood is the finale model, might her showcased garnt also be unique?"
At the ntion of this, Yara couldn’t focus on gossip anymore, she smiled confidently and proudly.
"It’s personally designed by Evelyn for a long ti, Director Ford will know when he sees it, right?"
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