The next day, the news that Onew, the studio created by Wendy Cassia, was about to develop its own brand was released.
"Wow, the chief designer of this studio is actually Hilda. Oh my God!" A girl wearing a pair of glasses looked at the words on the computer in surprise.
The designer in work clothes raised her eyebrows and patted the girl on the shoulder. "Then you have to treat Onew well. Just work hard!"
Hearing the voice, Franti Cassia frowned and looked down at the words on the screen. A hint of cruelty flashed through her eyes. She sat in the special elevator for the president and pushed the door open.
The middle-aged man, who was reading documents, raised his head and found that it was Franti. He stopped and rubbed his temples and asked, "What happened? Why are you so rash?"
"Daddy, have you heard that the chief designer of Onew is Hilda?"
"I know. I saw the news today."