Having been in the sa position for an extended period of ti while working, Justin Battleson felt utterly stiff and stretched his neck. The two pops he heard helped him feel considerably better.
"What is it?" Justin Battleson didn’t have the patience to deal with her feigned concern and got straight to the point.
The cold deanor made Evelyn Curtis stiffen on the other end of the line. Her hand clenched the phone tighter and veins began to show on her fair skin.
The unexpected interruption made Justin Battleson abandon his intention to continue working, and he closed the folder with a ’snap’.
"I heard that Vanguard Jewelry is going to collaborate with the Ashton Royale. Do you have any designer in mind for this?"
After struggling internally for a while, Evelyn finally revealed the purpose of her call.
She knew that Justin Battleson was not one to appreciate beating around the bush.
Upon hearing this, Justin Battleson’s brow furrowed even more.
How does she know about this? It was only discussed in an internal eting.
Upon reflection, Justin Battleson seed to have so ideas.
"Not yet," Justin Battleson responded indifferently.
Not yet? Great.
"Cindy is the chief design director, isn’t she? You can trust her to handle this design. Just appoint her for this directly."
Evelyn Curtis was overjoyed, and her tone lightened considerably, inadvertently revealing her ulterior motive.
Little did she know, at her words, Justin Battleson’s somber eyes darkened even further.
So, Cindy was the one who leaked the news. She really is resorting to any ans necessary to get the project.
Justin Battleson’s eyes were filled with darkness. If soone were standing next to him, they could feel his gradually increasing pressure.
He was already sowhat displeased with Cindy due to a previous issue.
The Ashton Royale project would definitely not be handed to her.
"I will consider the matters of the company. You just focus on yourself," Justin Battleson said indifferently. His magnetic voice echoed in Evelyn Curtis’s ear through the phone.
It was a reminder for her not to interfere.
Whether she comprehended or not, would depend on her understanding.
Since he said he would consider it, half of Evelyn Curtis’s worries were alleviated––as long as he didn’t outright appoint Charlotte Thompson, it was fine.
She had done all she could, and now it was up to Cindy’s fortune.
"If there’s nothing else, I’m going to hang up." Justin Battleons’s patience had been depleted during the few minutes of conversation.
He was growing more and more indifferent towards Evelyn Curtis. At tis, he even found her voice annoying.
She had finally managed to call him, and had wanted to chat more, but his icy words extinguished her excitent.
Evelyn Curtis felt sowhat disheartened.
"Alright, rest well..."
"Beep..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she heard the busy tone from the phone’s receiver.
Staring at the words "call ended," Evelyn Curtis felt a blockage in her chest.
She gripped her phone tightly, then threw it on the sofa.
It’s okay, Evelyn. This is temporary.
Once you get rid of Charlotte Thompson, Justin Battleson will be yours again.
Evelyn Curtis closed her eyes, holding back her tears she wildly reassured herself.
At Justin Battleons’s end.
After hanging up, he glanced at his office desk.
All the urgent docunts had already been handled after working overti. Evelyn Curtis had ruined his work mood.
Whatever, he could continue with the rest tomorrow.
Just as he was about to get up, Justin Battleson felt a wave of acid reflux.
His stomach pain was back.
His long-term erratic diet had already damaged his stomach. Whenever he got busy, he would forget to eat.
He was overly dedicated and even if Michael Richard prepared als for him every ti, he would completely ignore them.
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