Then, she grabbed a sample dress from the makeup table before her, sneering as she said, "Is this supposed to be called clothing? So rough, and you actually want to wear it? I think you must be crazy for fa. Even if your boss cos, so what? I still won’t shoot. With your fraudulent behavior, wait for my legal letter."
The woman’s words, down to the punctuation, radiated arrogance, as if by her endorsing the brand, it would beco a world-class na.
Seven admitted she chose Gigi for her international fa, but she understood that relying solely on one model to beco a top luxury brand was a pipe dream. What she didn’t expect was that the seemingly amiable Gigi had such a rotten character.
Now, Seven wished she could gouge her own eyes for picking such a lousy person.
Her taste in n was like this; her choice in models was the sa. Feeling annoyed, Seven stepped towards the model.
"Seven, you’re here?" The girl standing next to Gigi was about to cry when she saw the boss arrive.
Sitting in the swivel chair, Gigi noticed the girl’s aggrieved glance, realizing that this "Seven" she ntioned was her boss. So, she spun the chair slowly around.
"Heh..." Seeing Seven barefoot in front of her, she let out a dismissive sneer.
Then, she added, "Oh! Is going barefoot your company’s new design? What’s next, going naked?"
"Smack!" As soon as the words left the girl’s mouth, Seven swung her arm and unceremoniously threw her handbag into her face.
Even though they were still three or four ters apart, Seven’s aim was so precise that if there were a bag-throwing event in the Olympics, she would definitely win the gold, as her handbag hit the model’s nose without missing, knocking her fake nose askew.
Imdiately, the atmosphere in the photography studio solidified. The model had never imagined this obscure new brand dared to challenge her.
Usually, even when endorsing high-end brands, the staff would shower her with flattery. Who would dare speak back to her? If she found sothing lacking, those designers would work themselves to exhaustion to satisfy her, but today she encountered soone with the guts to use force against her.
In a fit of rage, the model rose, ready to confront Seven.
However, her assistant was dumbfounded, hurriedly patting her, "Gigi, Gigi, your nose is crooked."
Hearing that her nose was crooked, the model no longer had the mood to fight with Seven. Clutching her nose, she angrily warned, "Just you wait, wait for my legal letter, wait to be sued to bankruptcy."
Seven listened to the warning and laughed coldly twice, "Sure, I’ll wait for your lawsuit."
The model, seeing Seven’s arrogant deanor, stord away furiously, with her assistant trailing behind like a bullied puppy.
At this mont, Ella secretly handed her phone to Seven, "Seven, I took a picture of that bitch with her crooked nose."
"Pfft!" Looking at Ella’s phone, Seven couldn’t help but burst into laughter, patting her back in praise, "Well done!"
"But Seven, what should we do next? We’ve spent so much money, and the magazine ad hasn’t been shot." In the studio, a man with glasses and trendy clothes had his hands on his hips, feeling a migraine.
Only then did Seven realize she had suffered a big loss. She had spent 20 million advertising fees to hire that bitch, and the company was already tight. If this money went down the drain, it wasn’t a small amount. Besides, it wasn’t their fault to begin with—it was that bitch taking money without doing her job.
Barefoot, Seven stood in place thinking for quite a while, saying helplessly, "We’ll sue them first, accusing them of not adhering to labor laws. If this advertising fee can be retrieved, we’ll hire another model. If not, I’ll shoot it myself."
In terms of qualifications, Seven wasn’t lacking—just not as tall as a model, but her face was extrely beautiful and purely natural. If she had to, she’d go herself! What’s wrong with endorsing her own brand?
"How about we use this crooked-nosed photo to threaten her?" Ella said with a mischievous grin.
Seven paused for a mont, pondered a bit, then said, "It’s not impossible."
While she was vexed about the model issue, the man with glasses picked up her handbag from the floor, "Seven, your phone’s ringing."
Seven took her handbag, hurriedly took out the phone, and walked out of the studio. The call was from Madam Murray. Due to worrying about the company’s affairs recently, she hadn’t attended Jane Spencer’s wedding. Knowing Seven got off the plane, Madam Murray imdiately dialed her number.
Seven asked quietly on the phone, "Mom, what’s up?"
"Seven, have you landed yet? Co ho once you get off the plane."
"Okay, I’ll co back right away."
Then, Seven slipped on a pair of ToGigi shoes found on the studio floor, bade farewell to her colleagues, and took a cab ho.
In fact, Madam Murray was in such a hurry to see her only for one thing, Seven knew it clearly—it was nothing more than urging her to restrain her temper, get along well with everyone, and save the company.
Even though she was fully aware of Madam Murray’s lecture, Seven still went back. After all, she had only her mother left. If she didn’t return, didn’t give her a promise, didn’t give her confidence, she wouldn’t be at ease. Madam Murray was already at an old age; Seven didn’t want her to worry about the company’s matters anymore. So, she was willing to spend so of her ti listening to teachings she already knew.
As expected, when Seven returned to the villa, Madam Murray pulled her into the study, talking earnestly, "Seven! Your father founded this company through hard work, it’s all mom’s incompetence for not managing the company well, causing it to fall into such a state." As Madam Murray spoke, she began to wipe her tears.
Seeing this, Seven smiled as she lifted her right hand, wiping the tears from Madam Murray’s face, comforting, "Mom, don’t worry, I’m back now; the company will be fine."
"Your father and I don’t have a son, just you as our daughter. Even if mom is unwilling, this heavy burden still falls on your shoulders. Moreover, mom listened to your words and downsized the company, focusing on creating luxury brands. You must make an effort to not let mom be laughed at, make sure your father can rest in peace, and rember to get along well with Liam Spencer and Xavier Graham, let them help you. It’s too hard for you alone, mom will be worried."
"If the young master of the Scott Family still has feelings for you, marry him! At least there will be soone to help you bear it."
Madam Murray wanted an alliance through marriage, hoping to strengthen ties with the Six Young Masters of S City by this marriage, thus revitalizing the Murray Clan Company. Besides, Seven had a history of love and grudges with Christopher Scott, so marrying him was considered the best choice.
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