All eyes turned toward the source of the sound, a young girl who appeared sowhat uneasy as she looked around at everyone present, her anxiety prompting her to fidget with her glasses.
"I think I sent an invitation to Joy," the girl’s voice was very soft, even timid.
She did indeed, following Zara Ward’s instructions, send out invitations to so designers and celebrities, but she accidentally included Joy. Never did she imagine that Joy would actually accept.
Just then, Steven Taylor’s phone call connected.
"Hello?"
Steven Taylor’s heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed the curses that were on the tip of his tongue, then quietly switched on the speakerphone.
"May I ask if you are designer Joy’s assistant?"
Not just Steven Taylor, now everyone in the studio turned their gaze to the phone.
"Yes, may I ask what you need with Miss Joy?" The other end of the phone spoke with Coco’s patient reply.
"Are you sure?"
Steven Taylor asked with so skepticism, only to receive a cold stare from Zara Ward the mont he finished speaking.
"Of course, I have no need to lie. Who am I speaking with, and what is the matter?" Coco’s tone carried a hint of confusion—had she encountered so scamr?
Zara Ward imdiately approached, signaling for Steven Taylor to step aside, and started speaking.
"Hello, I am the person in charge at lissa Tanner Studio. We have just received a notification that Miss Joy has agreed to take part in our fashion week, and I’d like to confirm this matter."
Hearing this, Coco stood up, knocked on the door, and entered Charlotte Thompson’s office.
"Sister Charlotte, lissa Tanner Studio is calling for you."
Charlotte had instructed Coco shortly after her previous call that if lissa Tanner Studio called again, she should transfer it directly to her.
Charlotte quickly set down the design sketch in her hand and took the phone.
"Hello, I am Joy."
Charlotte’s voice resonated through the handset throughout lissa Tanner Studio, bringing expressions of both shock and joy to everyone present.
"Ahem..."
Zara Ward quickly adjusted her voice and cautiously inquired, "I am in charge of lissa Tanner Studio. My na is Zara Ward."
"Hello, Miss Ward."
Charlotte responded politely, and though she hadn’t t this person in charge, through the voice on the phone, Charlotte could tell this must be a very beautiful and gentle woman.
"Miss Joy, I’m curious why you agreed to participate in our fashion show?"
Zara Ward was extrely puzzled. Considering Joy’s current status, nurous top luxury brands would invite her, so why would she choose them instead?
"Didn’t your studio send an invitation? Why are you now asking why I agreed?" There was a hint of amusent in Charlotte’s tone.
But Zara Ward felt a thrill of fear, quickly explaining, "That’s not it. I just didn’t expect it at all."
"I do have a particular reason for attending your fashion show," Charlotte began.
This statent didn’t surprise Zara Ward too much; after all, with her type of brand, it was hard to find a reason why Charlotte would attend.
"I want... to collaborate with your brand."
Charlotte spoke very seriously, but the line fell into silence and stillness.
It was so quiet that Charlotte wondered if the call had been disconnected.
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