Chapter 177: Triplet’s Mighty Mom Chapter 177

Chapter 177 The Business Rival Across the Street

After the speech, Camila bowed deeply at the audience beneath the stage, hence winning a round

of applause. Next, some hostesses led the VIP guests to their respective spots on the stage with

Camila at the center. Silas and Brian stood beside her to the left and right. Beside them stood

Marcus and Landon. With trays in their hands, the hostesses handed over golden scissors to

everyone on stage, and the ribbon-cutting began. The bow on the ribbon fell onto the tray from the

ribbon-cutting, at which the audience applauded, marking the end of the brief ceremony.

Afterward, Kate and Landon helped to clean up, and the studio staff busied themselves with

greeting the customers. Be it attending out of courtesy or love of fashion, the guests and customers

packed the studio. They chatted or tried on clothes. In general, the atmosphere was good, and

business was booming. The hotel was not very far away. Therefore, Camila decided to head over at

11 in the morning. With only half an hour left before her departure, she decided to sell as many

items as possible. Out of her expectations, she heard someone shouting her name. “Miss Camila!”

Sophia jogged over to her. “We ran out of clothes!” Camila frowned in confusion. “What do you

mean?" Helpless but proud, Sophia announced, “The 68 pieces we prepared for the opening day

were sold out.”

Shocked by the good news, Camila gulped and checked with her staff again, “Not one left?”

Sophia nodded hard. “Yeah. Just now, the stars themselves ordered around 19 pieces. Some other

customers who showed up as fans were waiting for this exact moment. When you announced the

12% discount, they ordered more for their friends. Anyway, we're out of products now.” Camila

found it hard to believe. Was this someone else's doing under the table? “How about this? If the

customers are still interested, we'll leave them our contact. Or you could jot down their preferred

item style and have them wait for a few days while we restock. The 12% discount still applies.”

Smiling, Sophia replied, “Alright. Ill head in now.” Camila beamed at her staff. She had anticipated

that her products would sell out, but she did not expect it to be snatched up in a matter of

moments. It felt good to be validated.

On the other side, Lyla was still fixated on the merriment across the street. She observed the money

tree being delivered and Camila coolly giving a short speech for the ceremony. She was basically

putting herself under torture. Even though she knew she would feel awful for watching the

ceremony, she still decided to stare on. Time passed when she was staring. At the end of the day,

she noticed that Camila’s studio was empty and the doors shut, looking deserted as if it was not

open for business yet. If not for the flower baskets at the entrance, Lyla would have thought so too.

Why was no one in the studio?

Lyla kept staring at her rival across the street until afternoon, but no one returned. She looked at

Sarah. "What does that mean? Are they closed for the day, not taking any business?” .

Sarah furrowed her brows in suspicion. “No way. The first day usually sees more customers. How

could they not sell anything on the first day?” After that, she glanced at Lyla and suggested, “Miss

Lyla, maybe they are sold out.” “Sold out? That's impossible! Their studio sells high fashion. One

item is at least worth a hundred thousand or even millions. How do they sell out?” Sarah could not

find a plausible answer. “Should I go over and peek? I should be able to see something through

their windows.” At first, Lyla was reluctant to send Sarah over out of her pride. If she kept her eyes

on her rival without a good reason, it might show that she was unconfident. On the other hand, she

was dying to know what happened to the studio. After some hesitation, she nodded. “Just be

careful. You need to pretend that you're strolling around.” Sarah agreed and went out. Lyla

remained in her studio and perched in front of the windows to observe Camila's studio. She saw

Sarah running across the street after looking around, leaning into the windows to peek into that

studio and running back hastily after the inspection. Soon, she heard the door creaking open and

Sarah's panting. “Miss Lyla, t-their studio...”