Upon hearing this, Franklin didn’t even spare a glance, "Sister-in-law, just wait and see, there’s no need for more words."
"Is that so?" Summer’s gaze carried a hint of complacency, "I am the CEO of The Ford Group. If there’s an issue with your project, I naturally need to step in. Let me remind you, if there’s a problem with this show, I won’t cover for you because of your brother."
Franklin mimicked Summer’s fake smile, casting a glance at Soren Foster behind her.
Sensitively aware of Franklin’s gaze, Soren instinctively wanted to stand in front of Summer.
Franklin slowly withdrew his gaze.
"Sister-in-law, I think instead of meddling here, you should consider how to explain the financial deficit in the group’s reports after you took over when you face elder sister. After all, it won’t be long before she returns."
After speaking, his expression became slightly more serious.
"Moreover, since I chose to cooperate with Evelyn Clayton, I certainly believe in her and in my own judgment."
Summer could barely hear the last part of his sentence.
Her complexion slightly paled upon hearing the words "elder sister," "What did you say? Elder sister... When did she say she was coming back?"
Franklin no longer acknowledged her, turning instead to smile at Yara Reagan. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel·fıre·net
"Director Reagan, let me go see the effect of the garments on the models."
Yara nodded, leading Franklin backstage.
The backstage was like another world, a chaotic mix of perfume and elegant chaos, bewildering beautiful faces and curvy waists, with all the models having completed their hair and makeup, changed into their clothes, and waiting for the show to start.
Iris Lockwood, being the lead, was dozing off in a makeup room chair.
Her makeup and hair were done, only her attire was yet to be changed.
Yara and Franklin stopped at the door of the model lounge, seeing Iris so sleepy, they tacitly refrained from disturbing her.
"Miss Lockwood seems a bit different from before." Franklin was handsome, composed, and chose his words carefully, "It seemed she and Designer Clayton had some disagreements back then."
Yara pursed her lips and smiled, "Many things, many people, are changing after all."
Saying this, she couldn’t help but lean against the door and hesitantly looked at Franklin.
"Just now, you mentioned to Summer, elder sister? I haven’t heard that, besides the late Mr. Ford, your Ford Family had other siblings?"
Franklin lowered his eyes, appearing noble and aloof, "My elder sister is called Violet Ford. She was fostered to relatives at a young age, and we haven’t seen each other for many years, but our sibling relationship is strong. She’s coming back this time, having heard some news."
There had been big news recently.
It was about Summer and Soren.
There had been rumors about the widow of The Ford Group’s former president and her close assistant, but they had been well suppressed.
Somehow, this time it erupted like a volcano, unable to be covered up.
Summer attempted public relations efforts, but they backfired.
Such sordid affairs in high society were common for netizens.
But this time, it was fresh due to the "persona" Summer built up.
After Felix Ford’s passing, Summer held the position of the Ford Family’s group CEO by herself.
Such a popular leading lady script is rarely seen even in TV dramas.
Now with a face-slapping tendency, those in luck enjoyed it immensely.
However, before Yara could comment on this, Franklin had already elegantly shifted the topic.
"I heard Miss Lockwood is the finale model, might her showcased garment also be unique?"
At the mention of this, Yara couldn’t focus on gossip anymore, she smiled confidently and proudly.
"It’s personally designed by Evelyn for a long time, Director Ford will know when he sees it, right?"