  &quot;That's enough!&quot; Cara was sick of her being unreasonable. He impatiently admonished her, &quot;Since you are of little help here, you should leave now.&quot;
      &quot;Cara, I...&quot;
      &quot;Get out!&quot;
      Adley's face fell. She had no choice but to leave the warehouse.
      After that, he dismissed the rest, leaving only two designers as Braylee's helper.
      Without loss of time, Braylee instructed them to categorize those fabrics that they were familiar with while she would take care of the rest.
      Forty minutes had passed when the two helpers had finally finished their task.
      At that time, there were more than a hundred bolts of fabrics left scattering on the floor. Pondering for a while, Braylee put the project document aside and started pointing at the rest of the fabrics, directing her helpers in sorting them out. &quot;This is silk mousseline

  Not surprised by the drastic change in their attitudes, Braylee said calmly, &quot;That's what my mentor taught me. Before I learned how to design, I was first taught how to discern between the different fabrics. My mentor told me that being able to imagine a design just by looking at the fabric is the first step to fashion designing.&quot;
      The audience was stunned after listening to her. As expected from Stella's student. The teaching principles are completely different from what's usually taught in this country...
      &quot;What are you doing? Are you all having a meeting?&quot; They suddenly heard Adley's furious yell.
      Not daring to crowd around Braylee anymore, they quickly returned to their seats, and Braylee was left all alone.
      Seeing that only Braylee was there, Adley walked toward her grimly and instructed, &quot;Follow me.&quot;
      &quot;I'm sorry, Ms. R

  Since she couldn't direct her hatred at Cara, she shot daggers at Braylee instead.
      Braylee was left dazed when Adley suddenly cast blame on her though she had done nothing wrong.
      Cara, too, noticed Adley's subtle act but paid no heed to it. He immediately shifted his gaze to the designers and asked, &quot;Can you guys put the fabrics back in place within one and a half hours?&quot;
      One of the designers replied, &quot;I don't think it's possible because we have little knowledge about these fabrics. We might need to cross-refer to the pictures in the warehouse catalog to identify them. We need at least three hours.&quot; After all, it was not an easy feat to cross-refer to these large heaps of fabrics.
      Even so, Cara was unsatisfied with the answer he got. &quot;Can't you guys speed up?&quot; The contracting party would be here within one and a half hours to collec

&quot;That's enough!&quot; Cara was sick of her being unreasonable. He impatiently admonished her, &quot;Since you are of little help here, you should leave now.&quot;
      &quot;Cara, I...&quot;
      &quot;Get out!&quot;
      Adley's face fell. She had no choice but to leave the warehouse.
      After that, he dismissed the rest, leaving only two designers as Braylee's helper.
      Without loss of time, Braylee instructed them to categorize those fabrics that they were familiar with while she would take care of the rest.
      Forty minutes had passed when the two helpers had finally finished their task.
      At that time, there were more than a hundred bolts of fabrics left scattering on the floor. Pondering for a while, Braylee put the project document aside and started pointing at the rest of the fabrics, directing her helpers in sorting them out. &quot;This is silk mousseline, this one is rayon satin, that one over there is artificial cotton, that one is poplin...&quot

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