Chapter 307


    Chapter 307 Donahueiel’s Invitation


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    On the other end of the


    phone, Ann Smith’s voice was very brisk as she quipped, “How about it? Am I interrupting anything?”


    J leaned on the chair with one hand on her forehead, exuding a casual


    and undisciplined beauty. Although her face was covered by sunsses, a


    lot of people were still attracted to her.


    The corners of her lips curled slightly. “How can it be?”


    Seeing her smile, the people around her were relieved and grateful for the


    sudden phone call.


    “You’re back, but you didn’t contact me,” Annined. “Are you free


    today? Come and meet me in the afternoon. It’s been so long, and I miss you.


    Also, there is something I want to tell you.”


    J looked at her watch and said, “Okay, you pick the ce.”


    Ann responded with a smile, “Okay, I’ll send you the time and address!”


    After exchanging a few more pleasantries, J hung up the phone and


    resumed her serious expression. With a pen, she tapped on the desk and


    said coolly, “Go on.”


    Everyone tensed up once again. With bitter smiles on their faces, they


    continued to select the candidate with their boss.


    The screen of her phone lit up. J subconsciously nced at it before she


    saw the time and address.


    Without thinking much about it, sheid her eyes back on the stage.


    However, the screen lit up again. J lowered her head irritably and saw it


    was Donahueiel calling.


    She hung up without thinking.


    She didn’t have the time or was in the mood to talk to him. Ivy’s betrayal was not verified yet. Even if Iv


    y did something wrong, she would deal with it. It


    was a different story that Donahueiel hurt Ivy.


    The sight of a sudden sneer on her face made everyone tremble and upset.


    But they couldn’t tell whether their boss was satisfied or not since she was


    wearing sunsses.


    They shifted their attention to Marco‘ face, hoping that he would intercede.


    The man just indifferently looked away.


    What was there to say?


    At times like this, they should save their own asses. He was not that stupid


    to be the first to be scolded.


    As the models walked away group by group, their expressions turned from


    anxious to desperate.


    Soon, thest group went out.


    J could tell that these models were not bad. Each of them was


    top–ss.


    The problem was that they were too crafty to endorse the products of


    Peaceral Jewelry.


    Their jewels of this season were luxurious and exquisite in style. Although


    these models were sharp and pretty, theycked the temperament to go with


    luxurious jewelry. They were no matter than those dummies in the


    showcase.


    The atmosphere in the studio was as tense as a taut bow that might break at


    any moment.


    Even Marco, who had been following J for a long time, felt a little


    uncertain.


    The artist director was eager to kneel and beg her for forgiveness. No


    models in thispany could impress her. What did that mean?


    He had failed his job. Given the vigorous and decisive style of J when she first founded thepa


    ny, he thought that he should resign to save


    face.


    The other executives also didn’t dare to breathe freely. ying with her pen,


    J showed a sneer on her face.


    Marco bowed slightly and whispered to her, “Boss, I didn’t choose the right


    people this time. If you’re not satisfied, I’ll get you more in a day.”


    The artist director stood up with a pale face, his forehead covered with fine


    beads of sweat, and said anxiously, “Boss, this is not Marco’s fault. I didn’t do


    my job good enough. You…”


    As J waved her hand, the artist director immediately shut his mouth and


    looked at her nervously.


    J gritted her teeth and looked at the phone. Not again!


    She had rejected quite a few of Donahueiel’s calls, but he still wouldn’t give


    1. up.


    J was in a bad mood, to begin with. Following a coldugh, she pressed


    the answer button. “Is yourpany going bankrupt, Mr. Webster?”


    J mocked her before he could say anything, and Donahueiel furrowed his brows. “Not really, Ms. L


    ongfellow. In fact, you should care more about your


    u.”


    He saw J taking care of the Doherty family’s problem in the office and came to see her. Unexpecte


    dly, she was not there, after she finally took herpany back. He asked the employees, but they were


    clueless.


    So, he had to call her.


    J snorted lightly, “What? Was Longfellow Group acquired by the Webster


    Group? Why did you care?”


    “J!”


    On the other end of the phone, the man’s voice was deep and maic, with


    the signature graininess, “I didn’t call to quarrel with you!”


    An indescribable irritation rose from the bottom of his heart, and his slender


    fingers tapped on hisp.


    He didn’t know why he came. J was apparently eloquent and


    well–mannered, and her calctions were not inferior to his.


    Donahueiel shut his eyes. He could only interpret his actions as revenge


    against the Doherty family who insulted his ex–


    wife and trampled on the reputation of the Webster family.


    “Cut to the chase, Donahueiel. I’m busy and don’t have time for this.”


    Donahueiel said casually, “Well then. I wonder if you’re free in a moment. I’d


    like to meet with you.”


    J lightly cocked her brows. “What for?”


    “You’ll know when we meet.” Donahueiel’s tone brooked no argument. “You


    can pick the ce and time. I’ll be free today and can wait for you.”


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    J found his tone both funny and annoying. She said casually, “Okay, I’ll


    see you at three o’clock in the afternoon at Ortega Hotel.”