Chapter 390

The Signs of Provocation Hana first presented the showroom’s initial layout and decoration. The images depicted a splendid room with a grand style. The attendees occasionally nodded in approval. It seemed they were satisfied with the initial showroom.

Hana then displayed a series of images. With each one, she asked, “Ms. Harmony, is this what you’d like?”

Hana was soft–spoken as she guided Harmony. The latter became engaged this time, perhaps because she wanted to show off her thoughts to the audience. She appeared elegant and continued expressing her ideas.

Whenever this happened, Hana would provide her with feedback before asking, “Is this what you want?”

Harmony clapped, nodded in agreement, and occasionally exclaimed, “Oh, yes! That’s what I want.

The effect is perfect. Wow, it’s great. I love it!”

Everyone in the room watched. The attendees were eager to see the overall effect and learn about the celebrity’s design preferences. Harmony’s excitement engaged everyone’s enthusiasm. It seemed she had a motivational effect on others.

Even Eloise occasionally commented, cooperating with Harmony.

I couldn’t describe my emotions as I watched the large screen. I felt delighted, curious, and satisfied with Hana. She diligently changed the showroom’s angles, colors, and accessories on her tablet, fully Immersed in her work.

I glanced around the conference room. Everyone, especially ATL Empire designers, focused on the big screen. I noticed their initial excitement slowly changing to conflicted expressions.

Hana skillfully delayed showing the modified layouts, suggesting it would enhance the discussion’s efficiency. Everyone was engrossed in the ongoing presentation, and interrupting would’ve disrupted the flow.

After confirming the modifications from the five layouts, Hana pressed confirm, exclaiming, “Great!

We’ve compiled five complete proposals, approved and signed by Ms. Harmony. Now, let’s look at the final results.”

I nodded approvingly at Hana and then turned to the big screen. It displayed five images, all of which seemed peculiar. Hana enlarged each image and paused in between, allowing everyone to grasp the details.

She then introduced each modification, explaining the areas Harmony wanted to revise. However, the darkened considerably.

I glanced at the composed Atlas.

The designer who had praised Hana tossed his pen on the table and leaned back, seething in silence.

His gesture alone was enough to reflect his anger. I knew nobody would dare voice their opinions now.

After all, doing so would be undermining Atlas’s choices.

I looked at Harmony and realized even she seemed bewildered as she gazed at the screen with disbelief.

Every accessory she had insisted on got singled out.

Suddenly, Atlas’s voice broke the silence, “Let’s all speak up and share opinions.”