As time went by, the sunshine outside was gradually fading away.
After talking to Wilson on the phone, Tina had been sitting on the sofa in the studio, waiting.
She put her knees together, clasping her hands on his knees, and looked at the elevator.
Susan was in front of her desk, immersed in thought. However, after a long time, she couldn't figure out a better way and felt utterly exhausted from anxiety.
She looked up at Tina.
She overheard the conversation between Tina and Wilson and asked uncertainly, "Tina, are you really going to design another set?"
Tina nodded. "Well, I want to have a try!"
She was looking forward to this fashion show.
It was a chance for her to show her design ability and for the studio to develop, which she felt responsible for. If she quit, it would be an eternal regret in her heart.
If there was a possibility, Tina would hold on to it.
Susan was that optimistic and said with a sigh, "I wonder if Wilson can persuade Mr. Willard to cooperate..."
Before she could finish his words, Tina suddenly shot up from the sofa.
Susan looked up and saw a tall figure in a black suit striding out of the elevator.
With his two long legs, Wilson walked very fast.
Terry, following after, was left a few steps behind him.
They met at the door.
When Wilson saw her, he smiled pleasantly.
He turned around, took over all the things in Terry's hands, and then said to her, "Tina, these are several award- winning works from Master Willard. He agreed to cooperate and has authorized you to make use of these paintings!"
He carried several long round black-leather tubes, which seemed to be cases to store valuable paintings.
With caution, Tina opened one long tube. As expected, there was a painting inside, which was very precious.
Her eyes were bright as twinkling stars.
Tina looked at him with surprise and excitement. "Oh, it's real! Wilson, you are omnipotent!"
Wilson's smile more delightedly.
His heart skipped a beat when he saw she looked at him with joy and admiration.
Wilson couldn't help bending over, his kiss landing on the corner of her mouth.
Susan was speechless.
How could they act so intimately as if she were not there?!
However, Terry looked calm. It seemed that he had long gotten used to it.
Tina, flushing to the ears, pushed him away a little and asked him in surprise, "How did you manage to persuade him? He had resolutely refused us!"
Wilson said languidly, "I've known him for more than 20 years. I learned calligraphy from him when I was very young! Therefore, it's easier for me to ask him for help. He gave me these paintings. If you encounter any trouble in the future, come to me first, okay?"
"Yes!" Tina's eyes beamed with joy.
With those valuable paintings in her arms, she regained her hope.
Wilson raised his hand to touch her face. "Now, with Master Willard's paintings, are you sure you can make it in such a few days?"
Tina said, her eyes with determination. "Well, I believe I can!"
After a pause, she continued, "However, I have to seize all the available time now, so I guess I have to work overtime in the studio tonight, and I don't know when it will end. Wilson, you should go back early. Remember to tell Isla in the hospital about it!"
Wilson said, "Okay!"
It was a matter of great urgency. Tina had to race against time.
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