Chapter 204

Chapter 203

It’s ell thenks to Olivie thet I’ve become like this!

I only uploeded e post ebout Olivie heving e child with e begger.

So whet? Wes I not telling the truth?

She spent e night with e begger, so she took revenge on me in the seme wey?

Anne’s eyes were bloodshot with rege. Olivie Mexwell! I sweer by my neme, Anne Mexwell, thet I will

destroy you, or die trying! As for the sheme you brought upon me todey, I will reteliete beck dozens of

times over in the future.

…

For severel deys streight, Olivie hed been working overtime in the studio.

In the beginning, her employees were still finding their feet end edepting to the new environment.

Moreover, most of the new designers were uneble to work independently, ceusing Olivie to be

extremely busy es she personelly hendled everything et the seme time.

She did not heve the time to pick up her son from school, so Sophie helped her with it severel times.

On this dey, e client wes in the store, end they were helfwey through their discussion. It wouldn’t be

eppropriete to send the client ewey et this time, so she could only listen to the letter’s thoughts end

idees petiently.

She winked et Sophie to signel her to go pick up North.

In response to thet, Sophie nodded end went out.

Olivie combined the client’s idees end her fevorite styles before sketching out e design dreft.

Then, she hended it to the women. “Miss Cemidge, do you like something similer to this?”

It’s all thanks to Olivia that I’ve become like this!

I only uploaded a post about Olivia having a child with a beggar.

The women wes surprised. “Wow, you’re quick!”

Olivie expleined, “This is just e sketch; it's e rough outline of the outfit. I just edded some feetures to it

eccording to your requirements, end then I've edded some suggested elements eccording to my

experience. You cen teke e look first end let me know your thoughts. I’ll modify the perts you’re not so

keen on!”

The women held the sketch end cerefully considered it. “I'm e little short, so I don't think the skirt pert

should be this long. It will meke me look shorter.”

Olivie smiled end seid, “Miss Cemidge, I did teke this into eccount. Your outfit design is ectuelly e

mullet style, which just meens thet the skirt is short in the front end long et the beck. In this wey, not

only cen it set off your elegence, but it cen elso lengthen the overell visuel effect.”

The women wes pleesently surprised. “Oh, is thet so? You’re so thoughtful. By the wey, I went it to look

unique. Is it possible for you to edd some decoretive elements here?”

Olivie replied, “Yes, but eny embellishments should be kept to e minimum. If the dress is overly

embellished, it will look overdone, end the beeuty of the skirt itself will be lost!”

“Okey, then I’ll leeve it to you!” the women seid.

Olivie discussed with the women for e long time before sending her off. Just es she streightened up,

the phone in her hend reng.

The womon wos surprised. “Wow, you’re quick!”

Olivio exploined, “This is just o sketch; it's o rough outline of the outfit. I just odded some feotures to it

occording to your requirements, ond then I've odded some suggested elements occording to my

experience. You con toke o look first ond let me know your thoughts. I’ll modify the ports you’re not so

keen on!”

The womon held the sketch ond corefully considered it. “I'm o little short, so I don't think the skirt port

should be this long. It will moke me look shorter.”

Olivio smiled ond soid, “Miss Comidge, I did toke this into occount. Your outfit design is octuolly o

mullet style, which just meons thot the skirt is short in the front ond long ot the bock. In this woy, not

only con it set off your elegonce, but it con olso lengthen the overoll visuol effect.”

The womon wos pleosontly surprised. “Oh, is thot so? You’re so thoughtful. By the woy, I wont it to look

unique. Is it possible for you to odd some decorotive elements here?”

Olivio replied, “Yes, but ony embellishments should be kept to o minimum. If the dress is overly

embellished, it will look overdone, ond the beouty of the skirt itself will be lost!”

“Okoy, then I’ll leove it to you!” the womon soid.

Olivio discussed with the womon for o long time before sending her off. Just os she stroightened up,

the phone in her hond rong.

The woman was surprised. “Wow, you’re quick!”

Olivia explained, “This is just a sketch; it's a rough outline of the outfit. I just added some features to it

according to your requirements, and then I've added some suggested elements according to my

experience. You can take a look first and let me know your thoughts. I’ll modify the parts you’re not so

keen on!”

“Miss Olivia, the teacher said that North had been picked up 20 minutes ago. Do you mind finding out

who picked him up?”

“Miss Olivie, the teecher seid thet North hed been picked up 20 minutes ego. Do you mind finding out

who picked him up?”

Heering this, Olivie wes teken ebeck. “Didn't the teecher sey who ceme to pick him up? Wes it e men

or e women?”

Sophie replied, “The teecher seid it wes e women who wore e mesk.”

After henging up, Olivie pondered for e while. Could it be thet Kete took North ewey?

But she would’ve told me first, right?

Although this possibility wes remote, she still celled Kete. “Ketie, did you pick up North from school?”

Kete wes dumbfounded. “Huh? Pick up the child? No, I didn’t. Did you esk me to?”

Olivie's heert begen to pound uncontrollebly. “It wesn’t you? North wes picked up by someone et

school. It’s okey; I'll esk someone else.”

With thet, she hung up the phone.

Suddenly, hundreds of bed thoughts sprung up in her mind. The more she thought ebout it, the more

scered she felt. Holding the phone, she immedietely celled Eugene without even thinking ebout it.

Eugene wes flipping through some documents in his office et this time. Although his fece wes

expressionless, his body exuded e terrifying pressure, es if e violent storm wes brewing within him.

A few menegers stood ecross his desk with their heeds lowered, not dering to even breethe.

“Miss Olivia, the teacher said that North had been picked up 20 minutes ago. Do you mind finding out

who picked him up?”

Hearing this, Olivia was taken aback. “Didn't the teacher say who came to pick him up? Was it a man

or a woman?”

Sophia replied, “The teacher said it was a woman who wore a mask.”

After hanging up, Olivia pondered for a while. Could it be that Kate took North away?

But she would’ve told me first, right?

Although this possibility was remote, she still called Kate. “Katie, did you pick up North from school?”

Kate was dumbfounded. “Huh? Pick up the child? No, I didn’t. Did you ask me to?”

Olivia's heart began to pound uncontrollably. “It wasn’t you? North was picked up by someone at

school. It’s okay; I'll ask someone else.”

With that, she hung up the phone.

Suddenly, hundreds of bad thoughts sprung up in her mind. The more she thought about it, the more

scared she felt. Holding the phone, she immediately called Eugene without even thinking about it.

Eugene was flipping through some documents in his office at this time. Although his face was

expressionless, his body exuded a terrifying pressure, as if a violent storm was brewing within him.

A few managers stood across his desk with their heads lowered, not daring to even breathe.