Chapter 187
Bogus Billionaire
Vivianâs face lost all its color for a second before going back to normal.
Mr. French, shouldnât we sign the contract first? Vivian went forward and reminded him quietly.
Corvin said, âYes, yes. We should sign the contract. Itâs all my fault for forgetting everything upon seeing Ms, Evans, 1 As he spoke, he turned toward one of the seats.
But Caroline called out to stop him, âMr. French, can I please make a request?â
Corvin answered. âOf course you can.â
âYouâve only seen Ms. Pattersonâs design, not mine. May I please take up a little of your time and have you look at my design?
Corvin hesitated. âBut Iâm very happy with Vivianâs design. Is It necessary to look at another one?â
When Vivian heard this, she smiled in delight.
âDid you hear that? âIs it necessary to look at another one? Iâve been a designer for ten years, after all, Caroline. Compared to me, arenât you just embarrassing yourself and asking to be mocked?â
When it came to this, many people supported Vivian.
âI donât think thereâs any need to waste time either. We should let Mr. French sign the contract quickly.â
âThatâs right. If we delay and something happens, will Ms. Evans be able to deal with the consequences?â
âYes, this company doesnât belong to you!â
Faced with everyoneâs criticism, Caroline smiled. âI still hope that Mr. French can take a look at it. After all, this is the fruit of my efforts.â
Corvin hummed for a second. âAlright, I would also like to know what skills you have, Ms. Evans.â
Caroline nodded slightly and walked out of the conference room. She headed to her office to get her design.
When she saw that Caroline had moved far away, Vivian couldnât help but say to Corvin, âMr. French, youâre much too kind. Sheâs just a new designer without any experience. If it wasnât for the mistake during the competition, she wouldnât have become Thorne Corporationâs design director.â
Corvin waved a hand. âItâs alright. It wonât take much time to just look at it.â
After hearing his response, Vivian had no choice but to let the matter go.
Nevertheless, she wasnât scared.
After all, the winner was already set in stone.
Right then, Caroline came back with her design.
She inserted her pendrive into the computer and displayed her design to Corvin on the big screen.
Carolineâs design was very simple. On a huge, blank white canvas, there were only a pair of eyes. The eyes were drawn in a way that made them look full of life. One could see the designerâs skill in the drawing.
But the design was just too simple, drawing ridicule from everyone gathered.
âThatâs all?â The first to laugh was the PR director, âSo design is such a simple thing. I think after tomorrow, my son, whoâs in elementary school can become the design director too.â
âI was wondering what kind of stunning creation Ms. Evans had produced. It seems itâs just this. After all, she has no experience. She only won out of luck last time.â
âThis is a hobbyistâs level. It seems we still have to rely on Vivian.â
+15 BONOS âMs. Evans, although the outcome of this competition was decided from the start, you shouldnât have given up on yourself. I canât believe you handed such a thing in. You might as well not have done anything at all.â
Caroline didnât care about them. She looked over at Corvin. âMr. French.â
Corvin loved the eyes Caroline had drawn. The eyes seemed to jump from the page and had some magic.
It was soulful and forced people to take more looks at it. Even so, Corvin was a fair person. He had to say, âI still think Vivianâs twelve- flower design moves me more.â
Caroline wasnât dejected at all. She smiled faintly. âThe twelveâflower design is beautiful, but it has no marketing value to speak of.â Once she said this, the room burst into a commotion,