Chapter 172 A Waste of Money
Camila was stunned by the outlandish display. The first thing that flashed across her mind was the
amount needed to place the ads. Because she would only be running a small studio, so she
wondered if her profits could cover the expenses. Not only that, she was annoyed at the idiot who
splurged on the ads, fearing that he or she would come asking for advertising costs. At that
moment, the idiot in front of her opened his mouth, saying, âLooks like the studio's items are going
to sell out soon!â
Upon hearing that, she seemed to have guessed the identity of the troublemaker. âSilas, is this all
your doing?â âWhat?â
âThe ads?"
Silas responded, âYeah, why? Do you like it? If not, I can get the supplier to change it.â Camila
sweated in frustration. It's him indeed! She was at a loss for words out of rage. âY-You! Were you
worried that my clothes wouldn't sell?â âOf course not! You're the world-renowned fashion designer,
Angel!â Camila breathed deeply. âWhy did you waste money on the ads then?â What the heck? How
does he expect me to return the favor? âWell...â He paused. âI didnât know how else to help you.â His
reply effectively blocked all her impending barrage of indignant scolding. She kept everything to
herself as she could not bring herself to reprimand him. In the end, she said dryly, âWe're running a
business for profits. There's no need to waste money.â
He met her eyes from the rear-view mirror and flashed a vague smile at her, giving her an obedient
response, âOkay, anything for you.â Camila was speechless and confused by what he planned to do.
Staring at him, she declared preemptively, âYou should get the ads taken down right now. I'm
making it clear that I won't pay the expenses back to you.â Silas chuckled and felt as if there was a
distance between them once more. âThere's no need to pay back. After all, I'm one of the
shareholders, so it's fine for me to do some marketing for our studio.â His remark got her again, and
she thought his explanation made sense. At the studio, the employees were already there, getting
prepared for the opening. When they saw Camila looking like a family with Silas and South, they
smiled and greeted, âMiss Camila, Mr. Nolan.â Camila smiled at them. âIs everyone ready? It might
be busy today.â
The ten employees replied at the same time, âWe're ready.â âMiss Camila, I saw the ads for our
studio. They're so cool,â Sophia giggled and praised, to which Camila replied with an awkward smile
and a vague response. It was only nine in the morning, but more and more guests were pouring in.
Brian was the first to arrive, followed by a few cars that were carrying some flower arrangements in
baskets. The moment the cars were parked, staff from the florist moved the flower baskets into the
studio. There were too many of the flower baskets that the five of them had to spend ten minutes
just on moving the baskets into the studio. Camila was speechless again at the sight. She thought
that Silas was quite abnormal for putting up the extravagant ads but at least he could explain it as a
contribution from a stakeholder.
But! What on earth is Brian Mccarthy doing?! Weren't the numerous flower baskets a waste of
money and space, not to mention a trouble for the cleaners? What were all these men thinking?
âCongratulations, Camila. All the best for your opening.â Speechless, she could only remark, âIf I had
known that you'd send these flower baskets over, I would have exchanged them for cash at the
florist. That amount would have paid for half of my annual expenses.â Brian smiled warmly at her. â1
didnât know what else to buy you.â Camila chided him, âYou should have provided me with free
hotel stays. Why did you waste the money on flowers? What a waste!â âIt's not that expensive.â
Finally, she flashed a frustrated smile at him. âCome in now. Take a seat.â Once Brian entered the
studio, Landon and Melanie arrived at the site. When they saw the rows of flower baskets at the
entrance, Landon'âs tiny eyes immediately bulged in surprise, and he secretly exclaimed his shock.