When Wendy walked into the boss's office, she indistinctly guessed what Louis Wellington wanted to say to her.
So when Louis asked her to present a design draft for Angela's fashion show, she was not surprised at all.
Seeing that she replied calmly, Louis Wellington looked at her with a smile and asked, "Aren't you surprised?"
"How could it be?" Wendy Cassia shrugged and said, "I've also studied the design of Franti. It's normal for you to worry about her."
Even a man like him could tell the strength of Franti, let alone a professional designer like her.
"But aren't you worried about Franti in this way?"
Wendy was not afraid, but she wanted to avoid unnecessary trouble. She had already wasted too much time on the matter of Franti.
"I have talked to her."
The man's eyes were like a bottomless abyss, and his voice was even lower. "I have given her the last chance. If she is rejected again, I will let you join the competition."