Monica White had some hardships to say. If she was just lost in love, she would not cry. She realized that men were not good things except his son.
Monica White called the driver to stop the car. She walked the streets at a loss. At this time, her son should be with that bastard.
She felt extremely depressed. When she thought of someone wanting to share her son's dependence on her, she felt panicked.
Stinson Wayne had always thought that she was a filthy woman who could sell her body for money. He must have disliked her very much, so he only wanted his son.
When she thought of that bastard cursing herself like this, Monica White became infuriated.
Monica White wanted to take a leave with Elijah Boothe, but she did not expect that Elijah Boothe's side was also on fire. A client wanted an evening dress, and, in a hurry, it was time to get it in three days.
Monica White listened to Elijah Boothe's anxious urging. It was already impossible to leave.
She had to suppress her grief and stopped a taxi to return to the company.
The moment she entered the meeting room, she saw a familiar and proud face. It was Taylor White again.
Taylor White raised her chin and stared at her in contempt. "I want you to design a gown for me!"
"Are you deliberately coming to make trouble?" Monica White didn't want to waste her inspiration on this hateful woman.
"That's right, I'm just here to ask for trouble. Do you dare not take my order?" Taylor White smiled proudly.
Monica White frowned. Just a few days after she entered the company, if she refused the guests' request, she would be afraid that the company's shareholders would trouble her.
"I don't dare to do anything. As long as you pay, I'll help you design."
Taylor White snorted and said, "I'll get it in three days. I'll pay you three times the amount, but you must satisfy me!"
"You can ask your request first. I'll design it for you," said Monica White. Taylor White sarcastically said, "You are the designer. I am the guest. You should design a work that is satisfactory to me. How can you ask me?"
"Then, please wait a moment. I have some good designs. You can pick one!" After finishing her conversation, Monica White returned to her office and took ten well—designed works.
Taylor White's eyes were stunned, and she said indifferently: "These designs are too general, they don't suit my taste. If not, you can go get something new!"
Monica White knew that she must be extremely provocative and had to decide to come up with a few of her collections.
When she turned to leave the meeting room, Taylor White suddenly took out her phone and took a picture of the ten works on the table.
When Monica White took the work again, she waved impatiently: "Forget it, you should measure my figure first and design a new set for me. I won't appreciate these old works. ! "
Monica White had to call the assistant to help her figure out, and Taylor White left with satisfaction.
Monica White returned to the office with an ugly face, annoyed.
Her son had been taken away by Stinson, making her feel uneasy.
However, Taylor White had prepaid a huge deposit before leaving, so Monica White had no chance of rejecting it.
She had to force herself to calm down and design a new dress.
Time flew to work. The city was covered by the setting sun.
Taylor White left the company and suddenly lost her direction.
She didn't know where she was, and she did not have his contact information.
Her dazed fear made her look pale.
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