The latter instantly felt discontent upon hearing Charlotte might get the opportunity to design for the royal family.
It was already annoying enough to have Joy around; letting her represent Vanguard Jewelry in dealings with the royal family would be simply intolerable.
"Alright, I’ll ask around when I get back."
Evelyn Curtis couldn’t guarantee success, but she would certainly try.
She couldn’t just stand by and watch Charlotte rise through the ranks unimpeded.
And her promise to Cindy was also part of her strategy to keep her as a spy, ensuring first-hand insider information.
The two exchanged hypocritical pleasantries for quite a while before hanging up.
The mont Cindy put down her phone, her face split into a satisfied grin.
With Evelyn Curtis’s promise, she instantly felt more confident.
Thinking of being able to snatch the project soon and finally relaxing, Cindy’s agitated mood began to improve.
Leaning over leisurely, she picked up a broken pencil from the floor, tossing it away.
The useless pencil landed neatly in the trash bin.
What she was throwing away was not just a broken pencil, but Charlotte and her project competitors.
She always believed, once Evelyn Curtis took action, no one could stand in her way.
Cindy softly humd a tune as she pulled out a brand new pencil.
Indeed, with the pressure gone, inspiration surged in her mind.
She imdiately started jotting down ideas.
Although her hand beca sowhat sore from excessive drawing and her brain slightly swollen from thinking, her smile only grew wider.
Looking at the preliminary drafts and reference elents on her table, her face showed undeniable satisfaction.
The freely improvised ideas were infinitely better than the ones she had drawn earlier.
Her confidence was instantly gratified.
Combined with Evelyn Curtis’s "promise," she already considered herself the project lead.
As for the shopping mall on this side.
After hanging up the phone, Evelyn Curtis lost her mood to shop.
She sowhat regretted rashly promising Cindy.
Anything related to Charlotte always seed to put Evelyn Curtis into disorder.
She hurried back into the store she had just left, asking the clerk to pack up everything she had been eyeing. She paid the bill and quickly left the mall.
The clerk watched her leave with a look of reluctance, regretting not introducing her to more items.
Evelyn Curtis was a regular here, thoughtlessly swiping her card whenever she shopped.
Whenever Evelyn Curtis showed up, she would undoubtedly be the sales champion of the month.
Now she was leaving without spending much, which was disappointing for anyone.
However, as the saying goes, you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink—the clerk could only hope she would visit again soon.
After entering her car, Evelyn ordered the driver to take her ho.
During the whole journey, she was thinking about how she might get information from Justin.
The car stopped downstairs at Evelyn’s house. As soon as she entered the front door, she dumped all her newly bought items on the floor.
The items made a "clang" noise as they collided with the floor.
At the mont, she had no mind to care whether they might get damaged.
Sipping so water to moisten her dry throat, she cleared her voice to ensure readiness and then dialed Justin’s number.
The phone rang for quite a while, during which Evelyn’s heart was uncontrollably pounding.
Fortunately, it connected.
"Justin, have you finished work? Don’t wear yourself out only caring for work."
Evelyn’s tone was gentle, and her words were like those of a wife concerned about her husband’s health, lacking any hint of discord.
The mont he saw "Evelyn Curtis" flashing on his phone screen, Justin instantly guessed she must need his help with sothing again.
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