Chapter 722


    That assistant was also filthy rich. He learned design and nned to create his own brand, and he was


    here to gain experience.


    Hearing Cory say that, and seeing how young Ivy was, the guy immediatelyughed: ‘Kid, I know you


    love your little sister, but little kids shouldn’t lie.”


    “Allen” the designer red at him.


    Was he crazy? Insulting Wayne’s son and daughter to their face?


    “Sorry, President Silverman, he’s new here……and doesn’t understand the rules,” the designer


    hurriedly apologized.


    “I heard you guys have a DIY design system here? Wayne asked, sounding cold


    “Yes, we just introduced it.” The designer, mistaken, thought Wayne didn’t mind and nodded.


    “Baby, if you don’t like those designs, why don’t you draw your own? I can help you make ite true,”


    Wayne said to Ivy.


    Ivy wasn’t happy with Allen to begin with. How could he say her brother lied?


    Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    “Sure!” Ivy agreed without hesitation.


    Soon, a new electronic drawing board was handed to Ivy.


    Allen still thought he was all that: “Kid, do you know how to use it or do you want me to teach you?”


    Ivy nced at him: “It’s not hard, no need.”


    Allen thought she was just showing off.


    Little did he know, Ivy quickly adjusted the drawing board’s settings. In no time, Ivy started to draw


    rapidly based on her thoughts in her mind.


    She first made a very professional draft.


    She was so focused on her drawing that even her line draft showed a sense of beauty.


    Not far away, the designer watched and nced at Allen beside him.


    Allen was his big client’s son, who insisted Allen to learn from him, but his design ability was very poor.


    “Allen, even your line drafts aren’t as good as hers.”


    Allen’s face turned unpleasant.


    But he still thought, no matter how much painting foundation a young child has, they couldn’t be as


    incredible as her brother said.


    A talent that many painting masters would envy? Come on!


    However, soon enough, Allen felt embarrassed in front of this five-year-old.


    Ivy’s operation showed Allen what real advanced color coordination was.


    Half an hourter, Ivy used the firm’s database toplete her and her brother’s room’s rough design.


    One lively and energetic, and the other full of technology vibes.


    Amazingly, even though she used bold colors, they didn’t sh with the original house style.


    When finished, Ivy habitually signed her name in the lower right corner.


    The designer keenly noticed those little English letters, astonished: “You are Ivie?”


    “Yes.”


    Ivy felt a bit shy under the intense gaze, Ivy put down the pen, returned to Wayne’s side, and looked


    up: “Can you do it?”


    “Of course!” Wayne tapped her nose gently, and proudly said, “You’re amazing. I really admire you!”


    Ivy couldn’t hide her proud expression on her face.


    “Brother, do you like it?” she gently pulled her brother’s finger.


    “I love it!” Cory nodded. His sister knew all of his favorites.


    “Who’s Ivie?” Allen stood aside, his face was twisted.


    He thought maybe the designer was brown-nosing Wayne, it was just a slightly talented girl, how could


    she be some great figure?