Standing at the entrance, Diana instructed him a few more times.
Mitbahl remained calm.
"Don't worry, madam. When I used to go on missions, I often played various roles. Never once exposed a flaw."
After all, if he were exposed, it would lead to deadly consequences.
Diana glanced at him, "Then put away your delicate mannerisms."
"It's intentionally designed by me; many artists have quirks."
Mitbahl exuded confidence.
Diana looked at his appearance, scrutinizing him from head to toe.
Indeed, appearances matter.
In a khaki-colored overcoat, long hair casually tied behind his head, wiped-off seductive eyeliner replaced with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, complementing his handsome features. He transformed from an ambiguous creature to a refined and elegant artist. Even his delicate mannerisms seemed pleasing.
Diana couldn't help nodding, "Unexpectedly, you look quite handsome in this getup."
"Madam,
Mitbahl was shocked. Although he didn't understand Diana's intentions, the madam had already spoken. He had no choice but to sit back down obediently. Tullia sneered, "Even your assistant has more sense than you. Take a few minutes to consider. Make your decision wisely." Mitbahl rubbed his hands nervously. "Well, there's no need to think about it. I'll listen to my assistant; I agree to your terms." Tullia was surprised, "Why the sudden change of heart?" "My assistant gave me a moment of enlightenment with her words. I realized it in an instant." "Weren't you the one who said backing out makes you a coward?" "In life, everyone has been a coward a few times," Mitbahl said confidently. "Then..." Mitbahl was getting impatient, "I've already agreed, what more do you want?" Hearing this, Tullia squinted her eyes, said nothing more, and directly placed a document in front of Mitbahl. "This is
After a while, Andrew let go of Tony. Then, turning his head, he looked at James, who was in a daze, and said in a calm voice, "You must be curious why I haven't dated or been on blind dates these years. The reason is simple – I just don't like women." James stood still, finally coming back to his senses. His lips trembled, and his face gradually turned pale. Tony's face also paled. He hesitated before speaking, "Uncle..." "So..." James interrupted him, looking at Andrew with a serious expression, "You and Tony, you're actually... you're..." James couldn't find the right words to describe it. But Andrew nodded, his expression natural. "Yes." A straightforward word, yet another heavy blow struck James's head. His eyes blurred, feeling a buzzing sensation in his forehead. No, this was too much information to process at once. Andrew held Tony's hand and, looking at James on the verge
"You said Blue Rose would quickly send over the design! What's happening now!?" Poly demanded. "Well... she assured me the day before yesterday that it would be sent today, but suddenly, we can't reach her..." Tullia felt awkward and puzzled. Was Blue Rose really willing to jeopardize her own future? "What do you mean by 'can't reach her'? Is she trying to back out?!" "Ms. Poly, please don't be angry. I'll try to contact Blue Rose again. I believe she's not foolish enough to offend you. Anyone with a brain knows how to choose when faced with such consequences." Tullia tried to soothe Poly, then pulled out her phone and dialed Blue Rose's number. After ringing for a while, there was no answer. "No response again?" Poly, seeing Tullia's troubled expression, darkened a few shades. Tullia put down the phone, nodding slowly. "Ms. Poly, Blue Rose has sent the sketches! She also left a message, claiming she was too eng
Diana was a bit puzzled. "What's wrong?" John remained silent for a moment, then said slowly, "No protection." Diana: ... So, that's the reason. She squinted, then lowered her eyelashes, suddenly smiling. "No protection... it doesn't matter," she said playfully. Saying that, she raised her slender and straight legs, hooked them around John's lean waist, gently teasing. Full of meaning. Already on the edge, provoked by her, John almost lost control. He reached out, grabbing her unruly ankle. "Don't mess around, I don't know what I might do." "Is that so?" Diana raised herself, her hands wrapped around his neck, showing no restraint, but rather fanning the flames. Her eyes danced, enchanting like a forest nymph. She kissed his lips and whispered, "I'm in a safe period..." Upon hearing her invitation, John could no longer restrain himself, pulling her closer and pressing her
Joe stood still, her slender eyes sweeping across, landing on Poly's luxurious figure, and her gaze instantly lost its warmth. With a cold snort, she uttered three words, "She's not worthy." This blunt and incendiary statement instantly set the crowd on fire. If these two started a confrontation right here, it would be front-page news! Reporters immediately pressed on, asking, "Does this mean you have no intention of repairing your relationship with her and making amends?" "Never had any intention." Joe raised an eyebrow, a trace of disdain in her eyes. "I have no time to shake hands and make amends with a plagiarist. It would simply dirty my hands." Her words, filled with contempt, further fueled Poly's anger. Her eyes narrowed, and a surge of indignation enveloped her. Sure, Joe used to be on a pedestal, but she had become an internationally renowned design master over the past ten years. She was no longer the assista
Mr. Jepson took the cigarette from her hand, his expression serious. "Ms. Palmer, smoking is prohibited here." "Oh, really?" Joe put on a lazy expression. "It's been so long; I forgot." Mr. Jepson's face stiffened slightly. "Tonight is a solemn and grand award ceremony. While I hope for a successful conclusion, if, as you say, the final result is otherwise, I won't let a clown deceive everyone at this sacred event." Days before the ceremony, he received hints from John that there might be an issue with Poly's showcased work. So, following John's suggestion, he invited Joe. At Joe's words, she leaned against her assistant, a provocative smile on her face. "You old men have been confused for ten years, and suddenly you're awake. I'm not used to it." Mr. Jepson's expression tightened. "We're about the same age; you're also an old lady." This hit a sore spot for Joe. "Get lost!" She maintained herself so wel
The host cautiously asked, "Mr. Yamamoto, do you have any insights on Ms. Poly's creations?" Yamamoto pushed up the glasses on his nose and slowly spoke, "Ms. Poly's two creations are indeed beautiful designs." "Thank you for your praise, Mr. Yamamoto. It's truly an honor to receive your admiration!" Poly immediately responded, her excitement reaching its peak. This Yamamoto was notoriously demanding. A couple of years ago, at a design exhibition, he publicly stated that her designs lacked soul and were too common. She faced ridicule in the industry during that time, with many questioning if her abilities matched her current status. Now, even Yamamoto was praising her! After this awards ceremony, her designs tonight would become big news in the industry! The host, ready to conclude, suddenly noticed Mr. Yamamoto in the front row waving his hand, signaling that he hadn't finished speaking. The host quickly put down the m
Poly's heart sank, unease flooding in. She looked at Mr. Yamamoto, somewhat excited. "Mr. Yamamoto, if you have any issues with me, you could discuss them privately. Why conspire with Joe to smear me in such a public place?" "Ms. Poly, no need to get worked up. Whether it's a false accusation or not, we'll know after looking at the photos!" Mr. Yamamoto's expression became stern, his tone severe. At that moment, the screen flickered, and a photo appeared. The audience sighed at the sight of the jewelry—a pair of pearl earrings! Apart from a slight difference in pearl color compared to Poly's design, the shape was identical! Then, the screen shifted, revealing another photo. It was the folding fan necklace! Similarly, except for a subtle color difference on the fan surface, at first glance, it was indistinguishable from Poly's displayed design! The crowd erupted in astonishment. "This is blatant p