Novel Square
A Rose 386
A Rose 386
YW Studio: “Wow, boss, you’re really going all out!”
The shock was almost palpable through the screen. This was quicker than robbing a bank! Yvette was as ruthless as ever, showing no mercy. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
Yvette’s exquisitely beautiful eyes lazily lifted as she responded with casual indifference. “What, do you have a problem with my decision?”
YW Studio: “No, no, no, boss, I would never question your decision! I’ll let the client know right away!” “Good.”
After sending the message, Yvette casually tossed her phone onto the desk, her finely arched eyebrows lifting with a relaxed grace.
Even though she hadn’t needed money lately, a chance to exploit such a naive and wealthy client was too good to pass up. She’d be remiss not to take full advantage of it.
Back in the living room, Adam’s phone chimed.
“Mr. Murray, YW Studio has replied…” Adam hesitated, stammering, “But they’re asking for 50 million to accept the commission.”
“50 million?”
Jacob narrowed his eyes, then spoke with unwavering resolve without the slightest hesitation.
“Tell them that 50 million is acceptable, but the jewelry must satisfy my sister.”
Jacob agreed to the 50 million without a second thought, demonstrating just how important Yvette was to him.
Adam was left speechless, and Jacob’s indifferent gaze swept over him.
“Do you have anything else to say?”
“No… No!” Adam quickly composed himself and responded respectfully, “Mr. Murray, I’ll relay your message to YW Studio immediately!”
Without further delay, he set to work, silently thinking to himself.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Mr. Murray’s obsession with his sister has reached a terminal stage. There’s no cure! It’s the first time I’ve seen someone pamper their sister so extravagantly!”
Yvette had just come out of the bathroom when she received a new message.
YW Studio: “Boss, they agreed to the 50 million!”
Yvette clicked her tongue in mild surprise.
Do they actually agree to it? What a naive and wealthy fool! But at least he clearly adored his sister.
Yvette responded casually, “Alright, I’ll take the commission.”
YW Studio: “Perfect! Just so you know, the only requirement is that the jewelry must be something his sister will love!”
Yvette: “Got it.”
YW Studio: “Ha ha, boss, that’s no challenge for you. I’m sure no woman could resist your designs!”
Yvette dismissed the flattery and pulled out paper and a pen, preparing to sketch. It seemed she’d be pulling an all–nighter to finalize the design and secure that 50 million.
As she began to sketch, she received a video call from Wilson.
“Baby, why haven’t you replied to my messages?”
Wilson’s irresistibly handsome face appeared on the screen. He lounged lazily on the sofa, his suit jacket discarded and his white shirt casually unbuttoned at the collar, looking like a captivating, enchanting devil. Yvette realized she had been so engrossed in her work that she had forgotten to respond to him.