Chapter 1155 The Studio Being Discredited


    J 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."


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    Elizabeth groaned and stooped down to pick up the fragments. Then, perplexed, J 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?" J 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."


    J 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."


    "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," J 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, J 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."


    J was speechless.


    Just then, the sound of footsteps came from outside the door. With a calm andposed


    expression, Draco walked in and said in a low voice, "Everyone, calm down. Please, listen to what I


    have to say."


    Unknown to anyone else, he had been standing outside the door long enough to know what they


    were talking about.


    Draco had been so busy with other matters that he hadn''t been able to pay attention to Mandy.


    However, he never imagined she would do something like this.


    A colleague ran over in a hurry and asked, "Mr. Wesley, how are we going to make it out of this?"


    Although Draco was their boss, their ie mostly came from the orders.


    "I will deal with it before tomorrow." Draco spoke with a cold indifference in his face, but his tone


    was full of determination.


    As soon as he returned to his office, he called Mandy.