After three years of marriage, Wendy Stewart was used to Michael Lucas's sarcastic remarks, his frequent threats about getting divorced, and even his indulgence of a mistress. She thought that she could bear with this her entire life, until she accidentally got pregnant with a child that Michael did not want. Finally despondent, Wendy signed the divorce agreement and left. She thought they could have parted ways forever, but Michael refused to stop looking for her after the divorce. When they met again, she was the world's top designer. Smiling sweetly at her ex-husband, she said, "My dear, we're already divorced." Michael simply stared at her coldly, "Tell me, what will it take for us to reconcile?"
"It's not that I don't want to help you. My hands are tied. I know that you are facing such a big crisis and I shouldn't terminate the contract with you at this time. But the company does not only belong to me. I've to think about my staff's welfare and livelihood. I can't help you this time. I'm sorry."
"Mr. Shawn, Mr. Shawn!" Wendy yelled several times, but it was obvious that the line had been cut.
Wendy closed her eyes and massaged her temples.
Zen asked, "Is it not going well?"
Wendy shook her head: "They are still very angry. Obviously, he is unwilling to wait for the next batch of goods. Even though I mentioned compensation, it's of no use. It seems that they don't believe in us anymore, and are worried that the new goods might be problematic as well."
"What should we do now?" Zen looked at Wendy and asked tentatively.
"What else can I do? I guess I'll just do my best. You can't give up without trying.