Accidental Encounters: Ideal Models on the Street

It was afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly. Both the light and the temperature were perfect for shooting outdoor scenes at this time, yet it was also the most arduous. However, if they could capture the desired images in this brief and ideal environment, it would be worth the extra effort.

Everyone was braving the hot sun, waiting for the model who was supposed to come for the fitting and shooting. But half an hour had passed since the appointed time. Even with the shade shed providing rest and coolness, the scorching sun was still intense. Not only was everyone's precious time being wasted, but more importantly, the sunlight was gradually slanting.

Another ten minutes passed, and the young model with a small, delicate face still hadn't shown up.

Rachel Saintclair was getting impatient. Although she had to lower her stance and act submissively like a shy girl in front of Leonard Winston, she was always resolute and decisive at work.

"Wendy, call again. Tell him that if he can't show up at the filming site within ten minutes, he doesn't need to show up again in the future."

"Okay, sister. I'll urge him right away." Wendy Howard looked extremely nervous. Despite Rachel Saintclair being approachable and easy - going in private, once she got into work, she was a complete workaholic, showing no special treatment even to relatives.

If this young model didn't appear in front of Rachel Saintclair immediately, he would probably be blacklisted by her for life.

Another five minutes passed. Rachel Saintclair looked at her watch, and without a word, she started packing up the clothes. It seemed that the shooting couldn't be done today.

Wendy Howard, seeing her actions, thought to herself that something bad was about to happen. Since today's plan hadn't been completed, a series of strict measures would probably follow.

Just as Rachel Saintclair was about to tell the team to go back, the model finally arrived late.

"Rachel sister, he's here, he's here!" Wendy Howard almost dragged the model over to Rachel Saintclair with all her might. However, the model looked very impatient and was dissatisfied with Wendy Howard's pulling.

Rachel Saintclair stopped what she was doing, crossed her arms over her chest, and sized up the model. He was indeed somewhat good - looking, with a high - bridged nose, a small face, and deep - set eyes, giving off an air of British charm.

In this era of rapid consumption, people first look at the face. High - value appearance is a selling point, and people are more likely to choose based on it. The model's face was quite appealing, but his tall and thin figure was quite different from the image she had in mind.

More importantly, there was an expression on this guy's face that she disliked.

"Are you unhappy?" Rachel Saintclair stared at him for a while and then asked with a smile.

The model was already annoyed by being urged, and then being dragged over by Wendy Howard like a tough girl and criticized by Rachel Saintclair, he naturally had a bad temper. He had been suppressing his anger, and Rachel Saintclair's question was like a spark that ignited the powder keg.

"Don't you know it's traffic - jammed at this time? Keep pushing and pushing." Wendy Howard was so frightened that she kept pulling his arm, indicating that he should stop talking.

However, the young model didn't understand Wendy's meaning at all. He shook off her hand and started adjusting his clothes. "Where are the clothes to be used? Hurry up and shoot. I'm very busy!"

Rachel Saintclair still looked at him with a good - natured smile. Wendy Howard covered her face with her hand, thinking to herself that this young model was really in trouble. He was asking for it, and there was nothing she could do to help him.

Rachel Saintclair reached out to stop him, still smiling. "No need. The time has passed, and we won't wait any longer."

The model was obviously angered. "What did you say? Do you know how precious my time is? You can't just call off the shooting like this!"

Rachel Saintclair ignored him. "My time is also precious, and I did give you a chance. It's you who didn't seize it." Then she glanced at him. "No wonder you're still a small - time model after all these years."

"You!"

Wendy Howard was quick to take the opportunity to stop the male model. Although she also disliked this late - comer, today's schedule was to shoot the sample photos of the new products.

"Rachel sister, are we really not shooting? Then..."

Rachel Saintclair didn't hesitate at all. "When contacting models next time, don't find someone whose temperament doesn't match. Our clothing is of a light - luxury style. Even if we shoot today, this kind of model can't meet our requirements."

She refused him without giving any chance, and this model would never appear on Rachel Saintclair's list again.

Although she was firm in her words, she was also worried. Where could she find a suitable model? With Leonard Winston's temper, if she handed in the sample photos a few days late, she would be the one to suffer.

Rachel Saintclair handed the clothes and items to her subordinates to deal with and prepared to go back to the company to personally screen available models. People said she was a worry - wart and a workaholic. With subordinates like these, who couldn't even find a proper model, how could she not worry?

Because she was preoccupied with thoughts and in a hurry, she lowered her head and walked quickly, and unexpectedly bumped into someone coming from the opposite direction.

The person obviously wasn't paying attention to where they were going either. With the impact, his phone almost slipped out of his hand.

"Ah..."

"Sorry, I'm really sorry. Are you okay?" Rachel Saintclair came to her senses and apologized repeatedly. However, when she saw the person's face, she froze in an instant.

He had deep - set eyes, a high - bridged nose, and a perfect body proportion. The key was that he had a pure British charm, and his healthy bronze skin added a touch of toughness, making people think of the word "handsome" at the first sight.

This was the model she was looking for. Only someone like him could match the clothes she designed!

The man, who was hit, was a bit speechless, but he apparently had a good temper. He just smiled at Rachel Saintclair and was about to leave without pursuing the matter.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Rachel Saintclair snapped out of her daze at his handsome appearance and rushed a few steps forward to stop him.

The strange man held the phone in one hand and stared at her blankly, not understanding what this woman was up to by pestering him again.

"Sir, I need your help! We're shooting sample photos of clothing, but the model is not ideal. You're exactly the type I want. So... please be my model!"

A person being stopped by a stranger on the street and being asked to be a model. No one in their right mind would agree.

So he straightforwardly rejected Rachel Saintclair's unreasonable request. "Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

Not only was he handsome, but his voice was also so magnetic!

Rachel Saintclair almost went weak in the knees at that moment.

"Sir, I'm not a swindler. I really need your help!" How could Rachel Saintclair let go of this handsome guy who seemed to have fallen from the sky? She closely followed him, not letting him go.

The handsome guy's phone call wasn't over yet. Facing Rachel Saintclair's pursuit, he chose to ignore her and continued talking on the phone.

"What's going on?" The person on the other end of the phone clearly heard the commotion here.

"Nothing. I met someone on the street who insists on asking me to be a model." The strange man looked helpless. While talking on the phone, he was also trying to shake off Rachel Saintclair.

Hearing this, the person on the other end laughed. "Then why not do it? After all, you're in this line of work. Maybe they really need help."

Rachel Saintclair circled around him. Suddenly, she saw the handsome guy stop his hasty steps. Surprised, she then saw him looking rather helpless, but he turned around as she hoped.

Looking at Rachel Saintclair struggling to keep up with his pace, the handsome guy was very helpless.

He heaved a heavy sigh. "Let's get this straight. I'll only help you this once. But if I find out you're lying to me, I'll definitely beat you up!"