NovelsFreeChapter 112 Damn it! Which news outlet had the nerve to pull this? Luther nodded, but hesitated before asking, "Mr. Etheridge, do you want us to issue a statement? This has already started to affect the company's reputation, and... well, your wife might see it too." At the mention of Effie, Lyman's expression flickered and his tone softened. "Handle the statement, but make sure you clarify that there's nothing between Isabel and me—it's strictly business. As for my wife..." He paused, voice dropping lower. "I'll explain things to her myself." Lyman's gaze turned brooding. He couldn't help but wonder-what would Effie think when she saw the news? Would she be jealous? Effie, however, didn't have tfor such thoughts-she was far too busy for that.
Around three in the afternoon, Isabel arrived at the office.
Truth be told, if Isabel hadn't insisted, Effie could've just sent the sketches over for her approval. But Isabel was adamant about coming in person, wanting to review everything face-to-face.
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It was nearly three-thirty before Isabel finally made her entrance, unhurried and unapologetic for being late.
As soon as she walked in, Effie stood and greeted her, her voice calm and poised. "Miss Isabel, please have a seat." Isabel glanced at her coolly, then said, "Designer Bagnold, you really are something. Finished already? No wonder you're the creative director." Effie wasn't naïve-she caught the sarcasm right away.
"You flatter me, Miss Isabel. I'm just doing my job," she replied smoothly, handing over the completed sketches. "Please take a look and letknow if you're satisfied." Isabel's eyes were cold as she took the folder, pretending to be interested. In reality, she had zero faith in Effie's abilities. As far as she was concerned, Effie was just another mediocre designer, hardly qualified for a project of this caliber. Honestly, Isabel had only requested Effie for the design so she'd have an excuse to criticize her later. That thought alone sent a thrill through her.
She took the sketches with an air of indifference, but the moment she saw the drawings, her eyes widened in shock.
My God.
Did Effie really design these? The lines were fluid, the details exquisite; the jewelry combined timeless elegance with a touch of modern flair. Every accent was perfectly balanced, surpassing all of Isabel's expectations.
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She'd been prepared for something bland, even had a list of criticisms ready-but now, staring at the designs in front of her, Isabel was left infaby-but speechless. Inside, she was reeling.
But she quickly composed herself.
"This... You actually designed these yourself?" Isabel looked up, her tone tinged with disbelief.
Effie smiled faintly, her voice steady and assured. "Yes, Miss Isabel. This m is the preliminary draft created based on your style and preferences. If there's anything you'd like changed, letknow and I'll adjust it accordingly."
Isabel pressed her lips together, torn between resentment and grudging admiration-there was no denying Effie's work was flawless. The design was simple yet sophisticated, unique and striking. She had loved it at first glance.
But to admit that out loud? Isabel couldn't bring herself to do it.
Suddenly, one of Isabel's entourage exclaimed, "Wait... Isn't this almost identical to an SW design?"
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