The servant led Mandy to the living room. ‘Mrs. Olson was very busy with meetings some foreign
students who came to visit her. Now, she is having afternoon lea.”
Mandy nodded and passed her leather driving gloves to the servant. “I’ll have a cup of ck tea.”
She then strode into the living room. Brenna was happiest while taking afternoon tea on her plump
sofa. She loved the fresh fragrance of tea.
Hearing the footsteps, Brenna looked up and smiled.
“What a rare visit! Mandy, I haven’t seen you in a long time.” Brenna embraced Mandy. After the hug,
Mandy allowed her emotions to show. She bit her lower lip and cried, “Mrs. Olson, you really got me
into trouble.”
“Don’t cry. What happened? Sit down and tell me everything.” Brenna was confused but sympathetic.
The Hamiltons and the Olsons were both noble families. Brenna had watched Mandy grow up. Brenna
knew that Mandy was stubborn and had a tendency toward arrogance, but she had never looked so
aggrieved before.
Mandy sat on the sofa and blew her nose. She then raised her head, revealing red eyes and said, “Did
you put pressure on Draco? The other designers used me of sowing dissension between you and
Draco to damage W Mark’s reputation.”
Brenna sat next to Mandy. “So, this is about Draco Wesley?”
Mandy didn’t reply, so Brenna continued. “Draco is merely a designer. You are a Hamilton. He’s no
match for you. I knew something was wrong when you called. Youpromised your status to work
with him. How dare he repay you so shabbily? I wanted to teach him a lesson.”
Mandy stared at the floor. “Draco doesn’t like me at all. He’s a proud man, Mrs. Olson. We might be
pushing him too hard.”
“If you weren’t obsessed with being a designer like him, you would have made an excellent diplomat.”
Brenna’s children were overseas. She treated Mandy like an additional daughter. The only one she got
to see regrly.
She liked Mandy and had hoped she would be a well-known diplomat just like her husband. But
Mandy fell in love with fashion design because for Draco. That was the path she chose.
Brenna sighed and thought for a moment. Suddenly, she stopped frowning, as if she had found a way
to win. “Listen. If we teach Draco a lesson, he will obey you in the future.”
Mandy was dubious, but she stopped sobbing. “Mrs. Olson, are you sure?”
“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.” Brenna picked up the phone and called the news station. ‘
A weekter, at W Marks Studio, Natalie was speaking to the delivery staff.
Elizabeth was drinking coffee. “Why are you so happy?” she asked when she noticed the big smile on
Natalie’s face.
“Hannah’s outfits are finished. I’ve just arranged for them to be delivered. I’m picturing her surprise
when she sees them.” Natalie’s joy was intense. She had always wanted Hannah to wear clothes she
had designed.
Elizabeth’s phone rang. Smiling, she picked it up. Something horrible must have been said, a
devastating blow, because Elizabeth’s smile dropped and so did the mug in her hand. Thetter hit the
floor and shattered.
Natalie was taken aback when Elizabeth dropped the mug and spilled her coffee all over the floor. “Can
you tell me what happened?” she inquired, worried.
Elizabeth switched off her phone and ced it in her bag. With an annoyed expression on her face,
she exined, “That was a call from a client to cancel the order. This is my fifth phone call of the day.
It’s really not a huge deal. We constantly have a lot of orders, and some clients will cancel them from
time to time. However, the cancetion today affects allrge orders and major clients, including one of
my projects. I’ve been working on this project for several days, and now it’s been put on hold because
of this. All of my efforts have been in vain. That’s why I’m a little frustrated.”
Elizabeth groaned and stooped down to pick up the fragments. Then, perplexed, Natalie said, “It’s
unlikely that all of these clients just canceled their purchases on the same day for no apparent reason.
I’ll bet that something’s going on.”
Elizabeth looked up at her and sighed, “You’ve been so preupied with creating Hannah’s outfits that
you may have not been aware of the studio’s recent conditions. A few days ago, two authoritative
media outlets stated that we were well behind schedule and attempted to transfer the me. Following
that, several orders were canceled.”
“Is it Mandy’s doing?” Natalie said without thinking.
Elizabeth reclined back in her seat after tossing the shattered coffee mug pieces into the trash can. “It’s
either Mandy or Brenna, thedy that called a couple of days ago. Brenna is more likely to be the
perpetrator, in my opinion. She is the diplomat—Ewing Olson’s wife, and she has the authority to seek
authoritative media for assistance in reporting it. We have lost a lot of orders as a result of the
nderous news. Besides, there are a lot of trolls on the Inte who are having a great time making
us look bad to the people.”
Natalie walked over to read theizen’sments on theputer.
“I can’t believe that this is the same W Marks people talk so highly of. I thought they were
professionals, but in fact they’re just not that impressive. I wonder how they became famous in the first
ce.”
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“Hyping, of course.”
“I have never liked this studio. They over charge for clothes so that ordinary people won’t be able to
afford them.”
The morements Elizabeth read, the angrier she became. “These people think they can say
anything online? I am going to show them what I’ve got!”
“Don’t act rashly. I think most of these people were hired to post these. There’s no use arguing with
them,” Natalie said, stopping her at once.
Many concerned coworkers rushed over and said, “What are we going to do? We’ve been getting a
large number of calls from clients requesting cancetions.”
“Mandy! It must be her! Where does she live? I’ll go find her!” Several other employees were filled with
righteous indignation. They rolled up their sleeves and rushed out.
Fortunately, Natalie stopped them in time.
“Everyone, calm down. Even if we confront her right now, she will just deny everything. If we lose our
calm now, we will be giving her exactly what she wanted. She will use our rage to put pressure on Mr.
Wesley even more. We can’t let her have her way.” The designers did not respond immediately. They
were standing at the entrance, looking at each other, when someone stated, “We’re all just looking out
for ourselves. You can quit the studio and be an independent designer, but we can’t say the same
for us. Soon, this won’t matter to you anyway.” Natalie was speechless.