The next day.
As soon as Wendy Cassia entered the office and sat down, her phone rang.
There was always a sense of unease in her heart. After answering the phone, the factory workers' anxious voice came from the receiver. "Designer Wendy, there's something's wrong with the sample clothes. The owner of the original gem on Angela's sample clothes suddenly said he won't sell it."
He wouldn't sell it?
How could it be so sudden?
There must be another reason.
"Don't worry. I'll be right there." Wendy replied to the workers in a firm voice, hoping to comfort him. Then she hung up the phone, quickly opened the door of the office and left like a wind.
As soon as Franti Cassia arrived at the door of the design department, she felt a gust of wind blowing. Wendy brushed past her and saw her back in a hurry. She looked unhappy. "What the hell?"
Arriving at the factory as soon as possible, Wendy began to understand the situation. "What's going on? Tell me slowly."