"Miss George!" Wendy Liam stopped her again, as she handed her an invitation.
"My design company is about to open for business soon. I hope that you can be there, Miss George."
The gold- plated invitation was a little dazzling. Eudora George did not take it. "I don't think that's necessary. I have nothing to do with Amos Granger anymore. You don't have to come look for me anymore."
However, Wendy caught up to her again. "This is something between you and me! What does it have to do with Amos?"
Eudora frowned. "If it's just you and me, then it's more unnecessary, because I don't like you!"
She thought that she had made it clear, but Wendy still wasn't giving up.
Eudora frowned, subconsciously giving her a push. All of a sudden, the lights above her head went out, and her vision fell into complete darkness.
There were no windows in the backstage room where they were located, and they couldn't see anything in front of them without the lights.
Eudora stopped instinctively, and it was not until she had calmed down that she started to shout.
"Wendy?"
But there was already no response! "Ah!" There was a sudden scream in the corner of the room. Eudora subconsciously walked two steps quicker, and before she knew, a strong wind blew over her head. Then after, she felt a pain at the back of her head and immediately fainted.
At the Valiant East.
In the conference room, the workers were still presenting their work, but Amos' mind had long drifted out.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 2:50 pm. Today was the day of Eudora's finals, and it would start at 3pm.
He somehow recalled that moment, when she was in the preliminary round, where he didn't arrive in time to see her because of Wendy. Later on, that little woman got drunk and complained to him about it in the car.
At that time, he promised her that he would go to the finals.
"President Granger?" Clint Zuckerberg whispered three times before Amos came to his senses. Clint took a glance at the person who was presenting his plan, and hinted to Amos, "What do you think of this plan?"
Amos frowned. The next second, he stood up abruptly.
"The meeting is suspended for the time being, we'll continue this tomorrow!"
Leaving this sentence behind, he strode out.
Clint hurried to follow him. "President Granger, do you need me to push back your schedules?"
"What do you think?"
While they were talking, Harley Louis came in from outside in a panic.
"Amos..."
Amos looked at the time, he said immediately, "Let's talk about it when I come back."
Harley frowned. "Where is he going?"
Clint smiled and said, "Today is Miss George's final match. The recording will start at three o'clock."
"I want to go too!" Harley hurriedly chased after them.
Clint did not know what to say.
Amos drove all the way to the recording site. Fortunately, he was not late.
The recording had just begun when he went in, and the host walked out to introduce the guests. Amos had already reached the best seat he had booked in advance, but after second thoughts, he chose to exchange it with a man in the corner.
As soon as they exchanged their seats, the host began to announce the name of the participating designers.
However, when he called out Eudora's name, no one walked out from the back.
The host looked awkwardly at the direction of the director, "Designer George might still be preparing..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a man suddenly ran out from backstage. He whispered something to the director. The director's face darkened in an instant, and he communicated with the host through his headphones.
Soon enough, the host said, "Due to some personal reasons, Designer George could not be present for the recording today..."
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