Hendry had no choice and could only watch as the door closed.
His face darkened as he said indifferently, "Ms. Atwood, why don't you get changed first before we have a talk?"
Gianna looked down at her bathrobe and suddenly smiled.
"As you wish, Mr. Lowery."
Hendry frowned slightly while Gianna turned and went to the locker room.
After a while, Gianna came out in a blue dress. The dress had a novel design, which gave Gianna a tune of mystery.
Hendry noticed the dress immediately and asked, "Is this your design?"
"You are as sharp as I heard, Mr. Lowery. You have good taste." Gianna smiled and said, "Yes, this dress is my design. Do you think it's good, Mr. Lowery?"
Hendry nodded. Objectively speaking, it was indeed a good dress.
But compared to Leila's design, Hendry always felt that there was something lacking in this dress, but he did not know what it was.