<How did you know about this account, Ms. Reid?>

This was a new account that he had just created today. It was primarily used for business-related matters.

Only a few high-level managers in his company knew about it.

Eileen sat there and looked at Fia who was touching her own design and quickly typed.

<I have a friend who has some designs that I was hoping you’d take a look at.>

Fia’s face appeared in Jason’s mind and he replied, <Send them. I’ll take a look.>

Eileen bit her lips and typed, <I heard that your “Gentle Stream” brand doesn’t accept designs from external designers. Would that make it difficult for you?>

<Depends on the designs’ quality.>

“Fia, let me snap a few photos of your designs. I’ll send them to a few companies and let them have a look.”

“Sure,” Fia said as she pushed the designs toward Eileen.

Eileen glanced at her guiltily and quickly snapped the photos an

“Madam, Ms. Reid, time for lunch.”

Mrs. Taylor came up and called out to them. It had been Master Maxwell who would usually tell them that it was time for lunch for the past few days, but he was away today.

Eileen led Fia down the stairs and took her seat at the dinner table. Fia asked while pretending not to care, “Mrs. Taylor, did he call saying that he’ll come back for lunch?”

Mrs. Taylor choked. She wanted to be honest but worried that it would hurt her.

“Maybe there’s too much work in the company today and he was delayed.”

“True, he must be quite busy!” Eileen agreed.

“No matter how busy he is, would he miss lunch?” Fia asked coldly as she tried to find the spoon and hold it.

For the past two days, she could already drink soup on her own.

She believed that she would be able to eat and walk on her own before long.

Only then would Eileen stop missing her when she had to leave

“What time is it now, Eileen?”

“12 in the afternoon.”

Fia smiled bitterly. “He didn’t come home for lunch. He must be there to see her.”

“Don’t think too much, Fia.”

“He must be quite sad too. He probably won’t be back today.”

Fia stroked the designs on the table with her hand. “Eileen, if you have time, submit my designs for me.”

Eileen took a step forward and glanced. “Didn’t you say that you wanted to save these designs for an elegant themed fashion collection in the future?”

“Forget about it. I can’t see now and I can’t make any more designs. Rather than saving a few designs that would never form a collection, I prefer to offer them away.”

“Alright. I’ll check which companies accept such designs.” Eileen paused before saying, “Right, do you want to ask Conrad? His company is so big, they probably accept all kinds of designs.”

Fia shook her head and said, “His company’s desig

<How did you know about this account, Ms. Reid?>

This was a new account that he had just created today. It was primarily used for business-related matters.

Only a few high-level managers in his company knew about it.

Eileen sat there and looked at Fia who was touching her own design and quickly typed.

<I have a friend who has some designs that I was hoping you’d take a look at.>

Fia’s face appeared in Jason’s mind and he replied, <Send them. I’ll take a look.>

Eileen bit her lips and typed, <I heard that your “Gentle Stream” brand doesn’t accept designs from external designers. Would that make it difficult for you?>

<Depends on the designs’ quality.>

“Fia, let me snap a few photos of your designs. I’ll send them to a few companies and let them have a look.”

“Sure,” Fia said as she pushed the designs toward Eileen.

Eileen glanced at her guiltily and quickly snapped the photos and sent them to Jason.

When Jason saw the designs, he replied very quickly.

<How much are the desig

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