Hilla was having lunch when Carlie sent her a ssage.
It turned out that tomorrow was the last day of filming so Carlie invited Hilla over for a wrap party after that.
Hilla thought that she was only an extra and not professional, so she refused.
After all, she was a provisional actor and she didn’t know the entire cast. What was more, even if she knew them, they would not invite an extra to the wrap party.
Carlie tried to persuade her, but Hilla insisted. Therefore, Carlie did not say anything else.
After hanging up the phone, Carlie looked at Stanley beside her and said, "Don’t say that I’m not helpful. I’ve invited her, but she refused."
Stanley’s phone was off. He flipped the black screen but did not turn it on.
When Carlie found that he looked gloomy and did not speak, she chuckled.
"Do you fall in love with her at first sight?"
Carlie was curious because she was the one who brought Hilla to the cast. She once thought that Hilla must have a backer, so the manager recomnded Hilla to design for her.
However, Carlie was impressed with Hilla’s talent, and then she didn’t care who Hilla’s backer was.
What was more, it was normal for a beautiful girl like Hilla to have one or two rich admirers.
If Hilla were in show business, soone would be willing to make her a star. It happened now and then, so Carlie got used to this.
Stanley has been thrust into the lilight in recent months.
He had montum, and even the director showed respect to him. Therefore, it seed that there was an unknown secret behind the fact that he suddenly beca famous.
He should also have an extraordinary identity.
Carlie was curious because there were too many rich people in show business.
Most of the rich ca alone for the ride, and they would only play a role if they could identify with the character. What was more, they would quit at any ti as long as their family needed them.
Therefore, Carlie wouldn’t offend them.
Carlie used to be cold, but now she asked with a teasing smile. Stanley raised his head and then his gaze fell on her face.
He smiled, "Not so much. I think she is a very interesting woman."
"Interesting? It is the beginning of liking." Carlie thought and raised her eyebrows slightly.
Carlie took part in the sa production with him, so she reminded, "The beautiful always has so admirers. I don’t think you are the first or the last one."
Carlie reminded him that Hilla might have a powerful backer.
Stanley rembered that Hilla lived in the Lakeshore Center. If Hilla hadn’t arrived first, he would have thought that Hilla followed him that day.
He watched Hilla get out of the car and expertly walk to an apartnt that was not the sa apartnt in which he lived.
It was obvious that Hilla lived in the Lakeshore Center, but the people who lived there seed to be either the purple or celebrities.
Hilla was not the latter. What was more, he had lived in the River City for a year, but he never heard of the Holt family.
Therefore, Stanley thought Hilla wasn’t the purple or a celebrity.
He knew that Hilla was a costu designer. Before Carlie walked down the aisle, Hilla wasn’t well-known. It could be imagined that Hilla absolutely couldn’t afford to live in the Lakeshore Center as a designer.
It could only be because that man asked her to live there.
If she was not attached to a man, how could Carlie know about Hilla?
Stanley was sullen, and a shadow appeared under his eyes.
Stanley though,
Stanley suddenly lost interest in Hilla because he had seen many good faces, but interesting souls were few.
It was obvious that the soul under Hilla’s good face was dirty.
She was not his type!
Carlie kept a straight face, smiled contemptuously, turned around, and then left.
She was lost for word because his thoughts were ridiculous.
He wanted to play with Hilla, but he still hoped that Hilla could be pure.
Did he think that he was the saint or tried to purify Hilla’s mind?
Hilla sat at the drawing board to paint after she was stuffed. She tried to finish the designs so that she could have ti to help Halle.
But she fell asleep.
She was woken up by the ringing of her phone. Noticing that it was a video call from Halle, Hilla hurriedly picked it up.
Before Hilla could speak, Halle anxiously said, "Hilla. I’m sorry. I didn’t keep an eye on Emily so that she dirtied the fabrics."
Halle’s voice was full of fatigue and frustration, so Hilla could tell that Emily must have dirtied the fabrics for a while.
Halle once thought that she could find similar fabrics to replace them. However, she never expected that Hilla’s clients wanted to be unique so that they used the rare and precious fabrics that were hard to find in the market.
Not to ntion how valuable the finished products were, just these pieces of fabrics that were cut into semi -finished products were expensive enough for them to compensate the entire studio.
Not only it was hard to find the fabrics, but the silkworms that could produce this kind of silk seed to have died out.
Halle held her forehead and looked anxious.
Halle thought,
"Hilla, I’m sorry for dragging you down."
Halle’s voice was very low, negative, and pitiful.
If it wasn’t for her, Hilla would have been able to live well in the Anderson’s.
Hilla has been busy with the studio and even neglected Bruce for the sake of Emily and Halle.
Halle rubbed her eyebrows. She wanted the studio to develop quickly so that she would not be a burden on Hilla.
But she realized that she must be unlucky.
Whoever ca into contact with her would beco unfortunate.
Since she knew that, she should avoid everyone and lived with Emily alone. Although she might live a hard life, she wouldn’t drag others down.
Moreover, the person who was currently involved with her was her most beloved Halle!
"Halle, don’t worry. Leave it to . There will be more solutions in the River City."
"Send the damaged fabrics first, and let check whether there is any redy."
While Hilla comforted Halle, Hilla was thinking whether she could fix them with the
broken pieces that she had cut off.
Hilla knew very well how precious the fabrics were, so she had been very careful when cropping them.
Hilla only hoped that Halle would not lose hope because of this because Halle still had Emily!
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Hilla looked at the photos sent by Halle one by one and found so parts were okay because Emily only sprinkled a bit of milk on them. Therefore, she could tell her client that she needed to make so modifications.
However, so key parts of the fabrics were even more troubleso so that she had no way to make up for it with other fabrics.
The milk stains were scattered on many fabrics. And so of the fabrics were soaked in milk, so she could only scrap them.
When Bruce returned, he was told that Hilla hadn’t gone downstairs for the entire day.
The maid said, "Mr. Anderson, Mrs. Anderson said that she was busy, so she asked to bring the food up. She also said that if you co back, please don’t disturb her for the next few days."
The maid was a little guilty because she was afraid that she would be fired after she passed on the ssage.
Bruce glanced upstairs and said with a serious expression, "Is Mrs. Anderson very busy?"
"She wasn’t in the morning. But she seed to have received a call from Ms. Holt in the afternoon. After that, she beca busy."
Moreover, it seed that Hilla would be busy for a long ti.
Bruce thought that he would need to continue to sleep in the study room alone, but he did not say anything but went straight upstairs to the study room to take a shower.
When he walked past the bedroom, he found that the bedroom door was half-open.
Hilla was so busy that she did not notice whether the door was closed.
Moreover, she was in her own house, so she had nothing to worry about.
Bruce stood at the door. Through the narrow gap, he saw Hilla standing at the table not far away, putting a ruler in her mouth, and bending down to crop the remaining fabrics from ti to ti.
Because so of the remaining fabrics were so small that couldn’t fix them, Hilla frowned from ti to ti.
Under the crystal lamp, Hilla’s cheeks were covered with a layer of faint halo.
She stared at the fabrics and carefully cropped them.
Every ti before she had finalized, she would frown and hesitate slightly.
After cropping them, she would look at the satisfactory patterns with a smile.
It seed that there wasn’t too much difference after repairing them with the remaining fabrics.
However, two kinds of fabrics were extrely special. Hilla had kept all the fabrics when cutting because they were precious.
Hilla would even have to change the designs because of the place that had been dirtied.
However, it was difficult because she had checked the designs with the clients. Moreover, even if the clients agreed and she had prepared the remaining fabrics, it was impossible to cut off all the dirty parts.
Hilla looked at the photos through the phone, sighed, and sat on the chair in frustration.
What should they do? Those fabrics were very precious, and she couldn’t finish them in ti even if she found the floss now.
Bruce flashed past outside the door, and then he returned to the study room.
Early the next morning, Hilla didn’t lock herself in the room.
She planned to go to the Key Group to check whether she could find similar fabrics.
She did not expect to run into Stanley who had just co out of the garage.
They both were driving and didn’t glance at each other as if they did not know each other at all.
Hilla didn’t care at all because Stanley was just a stranger who she had t once in the production.
But they lived in the sa community, so they had more opportunities to see each other.
Stanley raised his eyebrows and watched Hilla leave in the rearview mirror.
He noticed Hilla’s car was a sports car and was worth tens of thousands of dollars, but how could a designer afford it?
A woman who looked aloof was in fact vain and artificial.
It was ridiculous! He was attracted by such a woman.
It seed that Hilla’s backer was not stingy at all to her.
The car, house, and her clothes all were costly and showed her impeccable taste.
She got a good price for her body.
However, he was a little curious about Hilla would choose what kind of man.
There were quite a few rich n in the River City.
Stanley squinted and then he looked flirtatious.
He had always attracted many won. Even if those won didn’t want his money, they would still be all over him for his good look.
He didn’t believe that Hilla would be able to keep pure for her backer.
As long as one could offer it.
Stanley was lost for thought for a while. When he looked up again, he found that he had been sitting in the car for two hours.
He suddenly ca to himself and thought, "What am I doing? My ti is so precious and there are so many things to do. How can I waste two hours on a vain woman?"
It seed that it was unacceptable for him because of his misjudgnt.
After getting out of the car, Stanley slamd the door and went straight to the elevator. This kind of woman was not worthy of him wasting ti or energy.
Hilla went directly to the factory of the Key Group and found the person who she approached last ti.
When the person looked at the photos, he was slightly stunned.
"What’s wrong?" Hilla asked anxiously and beca gloomier.
The person ca to himself and looked at Hilla, "I didn’t expect that you could get these fabrics. Where did you get them?"
Hilla said bluntly, "My clients gave them to . I thought they were especially suitable for evening dresses, but I accidentally dirtied them yesterday. Can I find these fabrics here?"
The person smiled, "I rember that the fabrics were produced by the Key Group.
"However, it was produced three years ago. And we only produced three bolts. Mr. Key gave one of them to Mrs. Key, and the other one was taken away by Stefan. As for the last bolt, it seed to have been sold to a madam."
Because it had been too long and he was an ordinary employee who had just worked in the Key Group for a while back then, so he could not rember it very clearly.
"But the fabrics are very special. That’s why I have an impression of them."
Hilla nodded. The floss was indeed very special. When the sun shone, the fabrics seed to be able to reflect neon lights. However, if one looked at them carefully, they couldn’t see anything special.
"I heard that this kind of silkworms was raised by Mrs. Key. However, they can only live for one season. After that, they will die. Moreover, this type of sewing pattern is very complicated. Our current workers don’t even know it."
Therefore, it was impossible to weave these kinds of fabrics again.
Hilla rubbed her forehead and thought that Stefan still had one bolt.
He didn’t give it away, did he?
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