Chapter 21 Meeting the Boss of the Factory

"What happened?" Louis Wellington's face darkened and his tightly knitted eyebrows showed his displeasure.

"I heard that she scorched at Designer Wendy, but she spilled the beans..." Evan Lechter told the whole story to the boss, waiting for his response.

As the chair was pushed away, Louis Wellington stood up. Seeing his knitted brows, Evan knew how serious the matter was.

There was a moment of silence in the office.

"Evan, go to the GAA."

The man put on his coat and strode out.

Evan Lechter hurried to keep up with him.

The GAA was a talent agency, where Angela belonged. It was better to take the initiative to win the opportunity than to wait for her to come to blame.

The news of Louis Wellington's going to the GAA reached Franti's ears at once.

She began to feel uneasy in the seat. From time to time, she stood up and wandered, with her hands crossed and her face full of anxiety.

Sunny Evans pushed the door open and came in. Before she could open her mouth, Franti Cassia walked up and asked, "How is it going? Did he come back?"

Sunny shook her head and replied, "He hasn't come back yet. I haven't got any news."

No news was the best news.

Franti Cassia kept comforting herself. She glanced at the empty office of Wendy and asked, "Where is she?"

"Designer Wendy is out. She should be going to solve the problem of the Ainol Group."

Now, Franti was not in the mood to care about this matter anymore. She was about to burn her eyebrows. "Go and inquire about it again. Inform me immediately if there is any news."

"Okay."

After Sunny went out, Franti Cassia dialed a number. "Go and help me follow someone..."

When arriving at the Eriksson factory, Wendy Cassia was stopped by someone as soon as she stepped in. "Hey, who are you?"

It was the factory gatekeeper who stopped her. He had been fined a lot of money because of Franti Cassia's repeated visits to make trouble these days. He didn't dare to let anyone in again.

Wendy Cassia took off her sunglasses, looked at him up and down, and smiled, "I'm looking for your boss."

"My God! Our boss is not a casual person. Go away, Miss."

Wendy Cassia raised the letter and pursed her lips slightly. "Okay, I'll wait outside. Please give this letter to him. He will invite me in after reading it."

After handing the letter to the keeper, Wendy Cassia sat down on a plastic chair, crossed her legs and looked idle.

The keeper looked at the envelope suspiciously and warned her with the document, "You'd better not sneak in, or I will not spare you easily."

Wendy Cassia nodded and made an OK gesture.

The keeper entered the factory and knocked on the door of the office. "Boss, there is a beautiful lady outside who wants to see you and asked me to give this to you."

Barry Eriksson took the envelope and opened it with impatience. His face changed when he saw the content. He immediately stood up, "Go and invite that lady in."

"Yes, sir." Although the keeper was confused about the sudden change of boss's attitude, he could only do as he was told.

When he arrived at the gate of the factory, he found that Wendy Cassia was sitting at the gate as usual. He coughed and smiled, "Beautiful lady, our boss invites you in. Please follow me."

Wendy Cassia nodded at him and followed him in.

The factory was noisy, and the machines of over a hundred workers were all heard. It was the limit to stay here for a few minutes.

Finally, they arrived at Barry's office. After greeting Wendy Cassia into the office, the keeper closed the door.

In the office, Barry Eriksson had already prepared tea for Wendy Cassia. "Designer Wendy, right? Nice to meet you. I'm Barry."

Barry Eriksson was the founder of the factory of Eriksson and the person who had signed the order of 1500 clothes with Franti Cassia.

"Hello, Mr. Eriksson. I'm sure you know why I'm here today." Wendy Cassia came straight to the point.

"Yes, I know."

With a relaxed smile on his face, Barry Eriksson said in a louder voice, "But it's all Miss Franti's fault. She asked us to ignore the quality and deliver the goods as soon as possible, and she sent people to urge us every two or three days. We didn't want to be disturbed, so we're sorry. We refuse to take responsibility for the loss of Ainol."

Having expected that he would say so, Wendy Cassia nodded gracefully. "I know what you are thinking, but please understand that Ainol has a contract with us, and you also have a contract with us. If Ainol really holds accountable, coupled with the pressure of the boss of the Wellington Group, Mr. Eriksson, do you think you can stay out of this matter?"

"This subpoena is the best answer."

Her letter was a legal summons to the factory. According to the contract, if there was something wrong with the goods, the Wellington Group had the right to hold the factory accountable.

"You said that it was Franti who put pressure on you. To be honest, I believe what you said, but that is only a one-sided statement. I don't think she will write it down to tell you."

Wendy Cassia stared at him confidently and firmly. Seeing that Barry was a little relaxed, she continued, "That is to say, as long as Miss Franti doesn't agree, your accusation against her will not be established. I think you know clearly whether this case should be held or not."

She was sure that Barry Eriksson didn't dare to go to court. After all, Wellington's reputation was not to be taken lightly.

"Mr. Eriksson, Franti has been here several times, but she must have come here to make a scene. I can understand that you will kick her out." Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wendy Cassia said, "I have a way to make the best of both worlds. Would you like to hear it?"

"Designer Wendy is well prepared. Of course, I have to listen."

In fact, Barry Eriksson also understood that the factory had to be responsible for this matter in the end, but it was hard for him to accept the attitude of Franti. However, he liked this Miss Wendy, so he was willing to listen.

At this moment, in the Wellington Group, Franti Cassia rushed out as soon as she received the phone call. Unexpectedly, she bumped into Louis.

He cast a sharp glance at Franti. Franti Cassia lowered her head in a hurry and said, "Boss."

"Follow me to my office!" Louis Wellington said coldly and walked forward.

No matter how reluctant Franti was, she could only follow him silently.

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On the other side, it was late when Wendy came out of the factory. Fortunately, things went smoothly.

Wendy Cassia pursed her lips and left with a bright smile.

Behind her, a man's gaze followed her away.