Substitute Her to Love You novel Chapter 306

"Getting rid of the cocoon in excitement, sensing the impulse of a glorious re-birth..."

When Nancy asked me how we should name the studio, my cell phone rang.

I took a look at it and saw that Patrick was calling me.

Yesterday, I had told Patrick my number.

I hesitated for a moment and picked up the call, asking, "What's the matter?"

Over the phone, Patrick was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I want to tell you that I have gone back to the company and that I may be busy in the next few days. So I probably can't contact you. And I will contact you after the advertising auction is over."

"After the advertising auction..."

"Okay, I'll wait for your call."

Although I said so verbally, I wasn't sure if Patrick and I could meet again after the auction.

After I hung up the phone, Nancy asked me, "Why don't we name our studio Swallowtail Butterfly?"

"Swallowtail Butterfly?"

It happened that the name of my cell phone ringtone was Swallowtail Butterfly as well.

"Yes. We both restarted our life and were re-born. Among the butterflies, the swallowtail butterfly is the largest one with dazzling colors. I think it has a good meaning." As Nancy said, she picked up a pen and casually drew something on the paper, saying, "And based on this name, we can design a logo for it with ease. We can design it like a butterfly with stretched wings with different colors on both sides. One represents me. And the other represents you."

I agree.

I raise my hand and showed my support.

In fact, at this time, I had other things on my mind. Regarding the name of the studio, I would let Nancy call the shots.

That afternoon, Nancy and I went to Gifted Design Company, telling the one in charge that we would set up a studio.

And we had oral agreements that we could cooperate with each other.

As the advertising auction was coming soon, I was getting more and more ill at ease.

On the day before the advertising auction, I asked Ryan to take Glenn back to Town S.

As for what was going on in the Cowell Family, Ryan knew a little about it.

He agreed immediately without even asking me why.

Of course, Glenn didn't agree. I persuaded him with all my might. In the end, I promised to pick him up a month later. Hearing so, he reluctantly agreed.

The advertising auction would be held the next day.

And it would officially begin in the afternoon.

Waking up early in the morning, I carefully dressed up. Instead of choosing the Chinese-style dress, I chose a noble sapphire blue dress, curled up against my straight hair with a curling iron, and tied it up with delicate makeup on my face.

Looking myself into the mirror, I did look like someone from a noble class.

After getting everything done, I went to Noah Center in which there was an auction for advertising on the national TV channel next year.

I wanted to see if I could sneak in.

After arriving at the door, I couldn't help but be frightened by the situation there.

In front of the vast plaza at the entrance of Noah Center, it was crowded with luxury cars. These luxury cars weren't the ones I usually saw on the main road, like Bentley or Porsche.

On the contrary, they were of some marks that I had never seen before.

For some commonly seen cars, they were of colors which I had never seen before.

This scene had fully illustrated how extraordinarily capable the attendees of the auction today were.

In an instant, I understood why Patrick had looked so gloomy when he had been asked about how confident he was about winning the auction this time.

After all, as the saying goes, there was always someone better than you.

It wasn't a piece of cake to win the chance to advertise on the national TV station during the prime period.

I traversed through the plaza and arrived at the entrance of Noah Center.

As soon as I stood there, I was stopped by the staff at the door, "Madam, please show me your invitation card."

"Invitation card?"

His words immediately confused me.

It turned out that not everyone could enter Noah Center and that the attendees had to get an invitation card.

I, who didn't have an invitation card at all, looked guilty. Even so, I pretended to open my bag and turned it over carefully before saying to the staff, "I seem to... forget to bring it with me."

"Madam, I'm sorry. You can't go in without an invitation card."