Chapter 403
"Spring, summer, autumn, and winter" represented four different colors of different dresses.
Wearing different colors, the same person could look so different.
It was obvious that the Scarlet had taken this into consideration and tried their best to make their
work as perfect as possible.
"Valerie, Miss Ramsay, pleasee with me." Tiffany reminded them.
When Amelia followed Tiffany, she heard a cold snort near her.
She looked in the direction of the sound and saw Valerie walking next to her and looking straight
ahead naturally as if she hadn''t been the one snorted.
Was she being hated? Amelia touched her nose, feeling a little frustrated.
As for the gentlemen, Jeremy started to talk with Patrick as if they were familiar with each other,
"Mr. Hopper, by the way, it seems that your employees'' suit hasn''t changed for ten years. Are you
interested in seeing my design?" "Your design?" Patrick raised his eyebrows.
Jeremy''s handsome face turned red, and he changed his wording with indignation. "Well, Tiffany''s
design."
"I''m a little interested in hers." Patrick nodded, crushing Jeremy''s confidence.
"Actually... my design wasn''t that bad." They just hadn''t been approved by the whole design
department.
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Discouraged, Jeremy picked up Tiffany''s designs and introduced them to Patrick.
Suddenly, he pointed to a female model and winked at Patrick. "Mr. Hopper, do you see the
significance of this drawing?"
Patrick swept his eyes over the model''s face carelessly andmented, "Mediocre."
Jeremy was swayed, wondering if Patrick was straight.
He decided to guide him kindly, "I mean her legs. The highlight of this suit for female employees is
that the skirt is short and its back is prominent. Think about this, Mr. Hopper: every day, when your
male employees, including you, are at work, you can see countless wonderful things which would
stimte men''s hormones and mobilize their passion for work."
Patrick asked calmly, "So?"
Jeremy nced at him, as if using him of being so dumb, and said, "Mr. Hopper, I have made
myself so clear. Can''t you get it? As long as you put these skirts on your female employees, your
company''s performances would be so well every year! By the way, you can solve the problem of
male employees being single for many years!"
"Mr. Rnd, Roxxon is a decentpany to earn money. It''s not a brothel like the Money
Cab. How could men still be in the mood to work when their female coworkers are all so
coquettish? How could they not be staring at thedies all day long with those juicy imaginations?"
Patrick said righteously as if he hadn''t invested in Royal Joy Club!
Admiration was evident on Jeremy''s face. After a long while, he said, "No wonder Roxxon has
always been the leadingpany. I see..."
To Jeremy, Patrick was absolutely a gentleman. With him as the example, his staff must also be
very upright. Jeremy had no clue that Patrick just didn''t want Amelia to wear such tempting clothes
to attract the attention of thepany.
After refusing the revealing skirt, Patrick started to consider Jeremy''s suggestion.
Women liked new things. Wearing the same clothes for ten years would be so boring.
With that in mind, Patrick patiently went over other drawings and finally settled on a fashionable and
proper suit. Jeremy was so happy that he grinned from ear to ear. The Roxxon Corporation had
tens of thousands of female employees, which would be so lucrative!
Then Jeremy turned Patrick''s attention to the male employees, only to hear him saying, "Their
welfare? Huh, I never care about it."
"You shouldn''t have a preference for women over men!" Jeremy yelled inwardly.
The next second, Patrick looked down at his watch and suggested to Jeremy, "Shouldn''t we go and
see how they''re doing?"
In the dressing room.
When she found that everyone, including Tiffany, who she trusted, was circling around Amelia,
Valerie was annoyed.
"Valerie, move over." Out of her expectation, an employee responsible for logistics waved his hand
to Valerie, who was standing in front of the dressing table.
Since the embroidered shoes for Amelia were stained with dust, Tiffany urged him to deal with it.
"Got it!" In a bad mood, Valerie stepped back. As a result, her legs knocked down the trash can
behind, turning over the bucket and the leftover in it, which worsened Valerie''s mood.
"Valerie, stop gawking. It''s your turn to try on the clothes!" Tiffany shouted at her from afar.
"Oh,ing!" As she was about to go, Valerie spotted a waste on the ground out of the corner of
her eyes. She turned her gaze to the embroidered shoes ced on the dressing table by the
logistics guy as something sinister flickered in her eyes!
About a minuteter, Tiffany saw Valerieing towards her. The first-rate foreign photographer
was waiting in the studio, unable to stand Valerie for being so slow. Tiffany couldn''t help but ask a
little harshly, "Valerie, are you unable to hold on anymore? Why it took you so long?"
Valerie held back her strange expression, pretended to be natural, and said, "No, Tiffany. I''m going
in to get changed."
While Valerie was in the dressing room, Amelia was pressed on the chair by a stylist.
With her hairband untie, Amelia''s long hair fell to her waist. The stylist reached out to make two
braids and ced them loosely on each side of her cheeks, bringing the naive, childlike side out of
her.
Standing beside her, Amelia kept nodding. "Right. That''s the feeling I want!"
The logistics guy squatted on the ground with the pair of golden-framed embroidered shoes in his
hands, trying to put them on Amelia''s feet.
Not used to being served by others like that, Amelia hurried to say, "No need. I can do it by myself."
"Miss Ramsay, this is what I should do," the man replied before he took off Amelia''s high-heel and
skillfully put the embroidered shoes on her.
Tiffany said gently, "Miss Ramsay, would you please stand up and show me how it looks?"
"Okay." The moment Amelia''s shoes touched the ground, she felt as if her right foot had been
pierced by something sharp. It was so painful that she cried out immediately!
"What''s the matter?" Tiffany got nervous at the change on Amelia''s face.
The pain was too great for Amelia to speak. She could feel something hoting out from the soles
of her feet. She dropped on the chair and reached out to take off her shoes...
"Miss Ramsay, what''s wrong?" Tiffany looked at her with confusion.
With her red lips quivering, Amelia bent down to remove the embroidered shoes from her right foot!
When Tiffany and others saw her feet, they all
gasped in shock!
Patrick was led into the dressing room by Jeremy and happened to see Amelia taking off her shoes,
revealing her blood-stained, fair foot.