Zara Ward’s hand tightened continuously on the table, her beautiful and delicate face darkening, her eyebrows furrowed tightly.
This fashion show had nearly drained the lifeblood of everyone in the studio. If they didn’t go ahead with it, wouldn’t all their long efforts be in vain?
But their current situation... was utterly unsustainable.
So had even handed in their resignation letters to her, leaving her with no chance to gamble again.
Thinking of this, Zara Ward couldn’t help but sigh. She didn’t speak, but the others already understood what she ant.
A cold atmosphere began to perate the studio, and after a long while, Zara Ward finally spoke softly, "Alright, everyone can leave for the day."
However, just at that mont, the studio door was suddenly flung open.
"Steven Taylor, what are you doing? You scared ."
The young girl closest to the door exclaid, quickly patting her chest.
But Steven Taylor, the young man now entering, was too distracted to apologize; he looked very odd as he approached Zara Ward.
"Boss, it’s all over."
"What do you an by that? What’s all over?" Zara Ward was startled and confused by Steven’s deanor.
"No no no, not like it’s over, well, it is over!"
Whatever he had experienced had clearly disordered his ability to speak, as he frantically patted his mouth.
"Steven, can’t you speak clearly?" His behavior was just tantalizing and it terrified everyone else in the studio.
"Boss, do you know who I just got off the phone with?"
Steven took a deep breath, trying hard to calm his nerves. However, when he spoke again, his heart still couldn’t help beating rapidly.
That ti, Zara Ward didn’t respond, just quietly waiting for Steven to finish speaking.
"What? Did Riley Group call you wanting to poach you?" The young girl, while packing away her things, spoke nonchalantly.
"Damn, you’re quite the prophet," Steven snapped his fingers, then turned back to Zara Ward.
"Boss, Riley Group’s Joy agreed to our invitation, she’s coming to our fashion show."
However, as soon as he said this, no one around him shared Steven’s excitent, and soone even placed their palm on his forehead.
"Hey, what’s this? Why aren’t you guys reacting at all?" Steven, not understanding the lack of enthusiasm, slapped his hand away.
"I think you must have been confused during your nap. We never sent an invitation to Joy," his colleague said, the look in their eyes sowhat teasing.
In an instant, Steven’s expression turned weird, "Then why would I receive a call from Joy’s assistant? Damn, are scamrs really this professional now, knowing exactly who to impersonate?"
Thinking this, Steven felt a surge of anger burst through his chest.
"No! I must call back, the scamrs are too audacious nowadays. Do you know how excited I was just now?"
While saying this, Steven pulled out his phone.
"Alright, alright, let’s all disperse," soone waved their hands dismissively.
Zara Ward sighed softly, she actually wished the news was true.
However, just then, a voice ca languidly from the corner.
"Um... maybe Joy really did agree."
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