Chapter 780


    Recently, the studio did not have many orders and those they had were made by their acquaintances.


    They were Sophia’s ssmates, the Winston Family, the Fletchers, Sean’s uncle, Stan and Judge and


    the like. Truth was, their customer base that was built up over the years were gone. Right away, Sophia


    stopped the business operations and decided toplete the orders at hand before anything else.


    As for the remaining stock in the store that was not sold, Sophia would bring it home for her pets. She


    also had two dozen toys sent over for Judge aspensation for the sin of castrating it.


    Now, the store was about to be renovated. The designer hade over to discuss the details with Sarah


    as Sophia listened while holding her two puppies.


    Suddenly, the phone rang—it was still the new phone with an unfamiliar number.


    There were not many unknown callers for this phone.


    As soon as the call was connected, Bill’s voice came over the line.


    “Hello, Miss Lucile. My name is Bill Winterford. May I know if you need any pet luxury goods service?


    The King team would be happy to serve you.”


    Coldly, Sophia rejected, “Sorry, I’m not interested.”


    Upon hearing that, Bill snickered. “It seems like you’re still a loyal customer of Pourl. You may not know


    this, but Pourl is about to close down and their employees are currently working with us at King. Are you


    sure you don’t want toe and experience our service?”


    Sophia sneered nonchntly. “King is nothing but a little shop that sells dog cors. Who gave you the


    courage to threaten customers?”


    Obviously, the phrase ‘a little shop that sells dog cors’ made Bill very unhappy. All at once, his tone


    became unkind. “Who gave us the courage? The Edwards Family, of course!”


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    Without saying a word, Sophia hung up and continued supervising the designer with the renovation


    ns.


    Meanwhile, Ivan came to the store too that day. Due to the fact that many of the staff had left, they were


    short on manpower so he hade to help clean up the store.


    In the afternoon, Sarah went to Plum Technology while Sophia stayed back. She actively discussed with


    the designer about the details and walked around holding her puppy in her arms.


    It was such a delight to cuddle a tiny Husky while it was still small and incapable of destroying everything


    in its path. The other puppy was in the kennel at the store,forting its newly neutered father who was


    still under anesthetics.


    After walking around for a while, Sophia sat down to take a break. At that moment, a young man with


    blonde hair and blue eyes came in.


    When Ivan—who usually did not talk much—saw the man, he abruptly stormed up to him and snapped,


    “Please get out! You are not weed here!”


    This man spoke in poor Cethosiannguage, but Sophia could still hear the heavy mockery and


    superiority in his incoherent pronunciation. “Not weed? This ce will be mine soon so why can’t I


    come?”


    All at once, Sophia recognized this voice. It was the same one that she spoke to on the phone—Bill


    Winterford, the coteral rtive of the Edwards Family and the chief designer of King across the street.


    Bill had disregarded Ivan and strode into the store. When he saw they were preparing for renovations, he


    commented loudly, “So you’re preparing for a renovation. That’s great. Once you’re done, we can just


    move in.”


    Instantly, Ivan was furious. He walked toward Bill and shoved him. “Bill, I told you to never show up in


    front of me. Otherwise, don’t me me for disregarding our past!”


    Upon hearing this, Bill sneered. “Disregard our past? What are you going to do? Punch me? Come on


    then—”


    Enraged, Ivan brought his fist up as he saw red. However, he still could not release his tightened fist.


    He could not hit him!


    If he did, Bill would just take advantage of the opportunity to cause more trouble.


    After all, Ivan wasn’t stupid!


    It seemed like Bill hade in just to provoke him and if he punched Bill, the consequences would have


    been unimaginable.


    However, Bill continued to aggravate him. “Look at yourself, Ivan. Your designs and talent became the


    stepping stone to my sess, while you have achieved nothing! Your precious Pourl is going out of


    business! To tell you the truth, I am currently in the midst of a discussion with yourndlord to buy this


    store. When the deal is made, you will all have to move out!”


    Meanwhile, Ivan’s face was flushed with rage and his chest rose and fell violently. His fists that were


    clenched tightly looked like it would swing any time, but he held himself back.


    Looking at the quiet store, Bill couldn’t help but mock, “Pourl won’t be able to make it and you don’t even


    have customers anymore; why not just sell it to us so that we could reuse this waste? If you don’t take up


    our offer, you’ll be losing so much money that you won’t even have your capital. It would not be worth the


    loss. Ha!”


    Upon hearing this, Ivan gritted his teeth in anger.


    He had poured his soul into designing the cors for his pets, yet Bill had stolen his designs and used


    them to be an internationally renowned master.


    “Bill, I’m warning you. Don’t get too cocky!”


    However, Bill onlyughed, as if he heard something hrious. “Ha! I’m not being cocky. This is me being


    humble.”


    Just as Ivan was about to retort, a cool voice echoed. “Ivan, don’t waste your time with him. Carry on


    with your work.”


    Reluctantly, Ivan went back to work.


    It was at that moment that Bill noticed the blonde woman with a face mask sitting in the corner. Judging


    from her hair and eye color, it seemed like she was not local. Bill approached her, smiling politely as he


    buttered up to her. “Hi, beautiful. Forgive me for not noticing you earlier. Are you a customer of Pourl? I


    am the chief designer of King, Bill—”


    “I know who you are,” Sophia interrupted coldly. Wearing a face mask, only a pair of cold eyes watched


    Bill closely. After her stic surgery, the doctors tried to preserve her original voice but her voice still


    changed. It sounded lower and better, as if it had matured by several years.


    Bill looked at the Husky in her arms and the two other dogs by her feet, recognized her voice and


    instantly knew who she was. “So you’re Miss Lucile! Well? Are you interested in what I mentioned on the


    phone earlier?”


    At Pourl and in the presence of Pourl’s chief designer, he was shamelessly trying to poach Pourl’s


    customer.


    Sophia’s ocean blue eyes were emotionless as she refused his offer without any room for discussion.


    “No deal.”


    Without waiting for Bill to speak, she continued, “I’m the new person in charge of Pourl and this store’s


    landlord.”


    Upon hearing this, Bill’s expression changed. Just as he was about to say something, Sophia mercilessly


    interrupted him again, “Mr. Bill Winterford, regarding your offer to acquire this store, I hereby decline.”