Chapter 157

Chapter 157:

“Yes, they are quite influential in the industry. Securing their orders would greatly benefit our studio’s development,” Byrum replied.

Sadie nodded her agreement. “I’ll finish the design drafts as soon as possible to ensure their satisfaction.”

In the subsequent days, Sadie practically sealed herself in the studio, laboring tirelessly both day and night.

“Miss Hudson, you haven’t slept for two days. You need to rest,” Byrum said, approaching Sadie with a glass of hot milk.

Sadie rubbed her eyes, weary from exhaustion, and managed a smile. “It’s okay. I can handle it. This is our studio’s first major project, and it needs to leave a strong impression.”

Finally, the day before the deadline, Sadie completed all the design drafts. She exhaled in relief and passed the drafts to Byrum.

“Byrum, I’ve been abroad for some time, so I’m not quite in tune with local tastes. Could you review these drafts and forward them to the clients? I need to rest,” Sadie said, her voice tinged with fatigue.

“Of course, Miss Hudson,” Byrum replied, his expression unreadable for a moment.

Sadie nodded and walked to the lounge. Overcome with exhaustion, she needed to sleep soundly.

As Sadie departed, Byrum’s lips twisted into a smirk. He pulled out his phone and made a call.

“Miss Wade, I have the drafts.”

“Good, proceed as planned,” came the cold reply from the other end. Byrum then anonymously uploaded Sadie’s design drafts to the internet.

Meanwhile, at Wall Group’s headquarters, Noah concluded his work and left his office. He rubbed his temples, preparing to end the day. Walking down the corridor, he stopped upon noticing Kyla by the window, her voice cold as she spoke on the phone.

Noah caught the name “Sadie” and frowned.

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“Who are you talking to?” he inquired with a deep tone.

Kyla turned sharply, nearly dropping her phone at the sight of Noah. “Oh… it was… It was Mrs. Wall…”

Noah eyed her skeptically. “Mrs. Wall…?”

She took a deep breath to steady herself. “She just called, inquiring about Sadie,” Kyla explained. “She heard Sadie was back… and asked when you and I could visit Wall Manor for dinner.”

Kyla observed Noah’s reaction carefully, her anxiety palpable.

Noah’s expression remained impassive. After a brief pause, he responded indifferently, “Is that so?”

“Yes… yes, that’s right,” Kyla said, managing a forced smile.

Noah remained silent, giving her a penetrating look. “Go by yourself, then.”

He then turned and entered the elevator, not looking back. Kyla watched as the elevator doors closed slowly and let out a breath.

She gripped her phone tightly, her palms sweaty.

In the underground parking lot, Noah settled into the back seat of his Maybach.

“Mr. Wall,” Samuel said respectfully, handing over a set of documents. “Here’s the latest update on Miss Hudson’s studio.”

Noah skimmed through the documents casually. The studio’s location, staffing, and even details about the first batch of clients were all meticulously documented.

“She’s moving quite fast,” Noah observed.

“According to reliable sources, the first project of Miss Hudson’s studio is complete, and the client is very satisfied,” added Samuel.

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