Sean Sanders’s Studio: [Damn boss, you really dare to ask for that!!!]
You can feel his shock through the screen.
This is faster money than robbing a bank!
Their boss is as ruthless as always, showing no mercy in ripping people off!
Serena’s extremely beautiful fox eyes lazily tilted up, replying unhurriedly.
[What, do you have a problem with my decision?]
Sean Sanders’s Studio: [No, no, no, boss, how dare I have a problem with your decision! I’ll transfer it to the client right away!]
After Serena replied to this message, she casually tossed her phone on the table, her delicate eyebrows lazily raised.
Although she’s not short of money lately, it would be a shame not to take advantage of such a foolishly rich sucker!
"President Everett, Sean Sanders’s Studio replied to us..." the assistant said hesitantly, "but they want 5 billion to take the order."
Elliot Everett squinted his eyes and immediately spoke in a deep voice without the slightest hesitation.
"Tell them 5 billion is acceptable, but the jewelry design must satisfy my sister."
To see President Everett agree to such a price without hesitation shows how much Miss Sienna means to him!
The assistant was too shocked to speak, and Elliot Everett’s indifferent gaze swept over.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
"No... no!" The assistant quickly recovered, respectfully agreeing, "President Everett, I’ll relay the message to Sean Sanders’s Studio right away!"
No delay allowed, he immediately set to work, silently muttering in his mind.
Wow, President Everett is insanely overprotective of his sister, it’s beyond cure!
Never seen anyone spoiling their sister so extravagantly!
Serena just came out of the bathroom when she received a message.
Sean Sanders’s Studio: [Boss, they agreed to the 5 billion!!!]
Serena clicked her tongue against her teeth, slightly surprised.
They really agreed? What a rich fool without a brain!
But they do truly spoil his sister.
Serena replied nonchalantly: [Alright, I’ll take on this order.]
Sean Sanders’s Studio: [Okay, boss! By the way, the big client’s only requirement is that your jewelry design must be liked by his sister!]
Sean Sanders’s Studio: [Haha, boss, that requirement is no challenge for you, which woman can resist your jewelry designs!]
Serena ignored his flattery, pulling out paper and pen, ready to start sketching the design.
Looks like she’ll need to stay up late tonight to finish the design and get that 5 billion.
Just as she began to draw, she received a video call from a man.
"Baby, why didn’t you reply to your brother’s message, hmm?"
The screen showed the stunning face of a man, lazily leaning on the sofa, with his suit jacket removed, wearing only a white shirt, collar messily open, exuding a seductive charm.
Serena realized she had been busy with other matters and forgot to reply to his message.
"Did big brother not allow you to contact me?"
The man’s deep, magnetic voice sounded again, with a hint of teasing.
"It’s okay, Serena, I won’t blame big brother, he’s just looking out for you, so don’t get upset with him."
This old man is again being flirtatious!
Serena couldn’t help but curl her lips, softly explaining, "No, big brother didn’t stop me from contacting you, I just got caught up in making money and forgot to reply, I encountered someone rich but not so smart."
In the video, the girl’s long black hair casually draped over her shoulders, with traces of water on her, clearly just after a bath. Her delicate porcelain-white face without makeup looked stunningly beautiful.
From a previous accidental exposure experience, Serena didn’t wear a bathrobe, opting instead for a pure white nightgown, wrapping herself up tightly.
Is this little girl guarding against him?
Master Damian clenched his teeth, his cool and restrained eyes tinged with a wicked charm, resembling a scoundrel in scholar’s clothing, both alluring and mischievous.
Last time was truly an accident; as much as a beast he is, he wouldn’t be that beastly!
Serena, unaware of his thoughts, focused entirely on the design sketch, "I won’t talk to you now, I need to work on the design."
His mere appearance, even silent, affected her.
With that, Serena hung up the video call without hesitation.
Master Damian looked at the disconnected video call, chuckling with fondness and a hint of helplessness.
The little heartless one, hanging up just like that!
Outside, a knock on the door was heard, along with Chase Sherman’s respectful voice.
The gentle, indulgent look on Damian’s handsome face faded, returning to his usual cold aloofness.
Granted permission, Chase Sherman pushed the door open and walked in, reporting, "Master Damian, the items from today’s auction have been delivered."
"Okay." Damian lazily nodded, "Check them and send them to the Everett Family tomorrow."
"Yes, Master Damian."
No class this morning, Serena slept until the afternoon.
The first thing she did after washing up was to send the design draft to the studio, instructing them to begin making the necklace.
Sean Sanders’s Studio replied quickly: [Boss, you finished the design overnight?!]
Sean Sanders’s Studio: [Wow, if it gets out that you can complete in a night what takes other jewelry designers a month, they’d be insanely jealous and envious!] Google seaʀᴄh NovєlFіre.net
Serena: [I didn’t need an entire night, just three hours.]
Sean Sanders’s Studio: [!!!]
This is the world of a master, being able to create such an amazing design in just three hours!!!
Sean Sanders’s Studio: [Boss, your exit from the jewelry industry was a huge loss to the entire field!]
You can feel through the screen that it’s a genuine sigh!
Serena ignored him, stood up to go downstairs, had lunch, and then headed to school.
As she reached the classroom door, she heard an argument inside.
"Eleanor Linden, what are you doing? This is Serena’s seat, you can’t sit here!"
Summer Miller looked displeased at Eleanor Linden who had taken over, clearly very angry.
The whole class knew that Serena had severe germophobia and didn’t like others touching her things, so they all respected this as Serena Everett’s exclusive spot, only cleaning the desk daily without touching it, let alone sitting there.
But now, Eleanor Linden had occupied the seat.