Yara Reagan paused for a moment, "What about the collaboration with the production team?"
Evelyn Clayton chuckled, seemingly self-deprecating, "Look, as expected, it seems our collaboration is going to fall through."
As she spoke, Evelyn’s expression gradually became resilient and stubborn.
"We should also start considering other paths."
As expected, just after notifying the workshop and design team leaders about the meeting, Yara quickly received a call from Josephine Warren.
After hanging up the phone, Yara was frustrated and aggrieved.
She rushed into the office, but swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
Evelyn looked at her indignant expression, then at the trending topics online, understandingly said, "Did Josephine cancel the order?"
Yara opened her mouth, but tears streamed down first, choked with emotion, "They’re being so unfair to us!"
"It’s okay, Yara." Evelyn stepped forward and wiped away her tears, "Now we can completely focus on creating our brand." For original chapters go to ⓝovelFire.net
Yara cried so hard that she could barely catch her breath, wailing, "But we don’t have money..."
Evelyn suddenly laughed at her, "Who says we don’t have money? Don’t we have three million combined? That’s enough."
"But, but without collaborations, even if we establish the brand, it won’t mean anything," Yara sobbed, her face full of hesitation.
Evelyn handed her a tissue, her eyes bright, "I’ve already thought it through. We can create a continuation of the Dream Show."
Yara was taken aback, "What?"
"The clothes from the last Dream Show have already been auctioned off. Although the custom pieces for clients were given to The Ford Group, we can continue to work on this and create accessories for the clothing!" Evelyn fixed her gaze on her, "You’re a jewelry design major, and I’ve taken courses in it too. The two of us can definitely make this work!"
After the Dream Show ended, half of the money earned from the auctioned clothes went into Evelyn’s pocket, while the other half naturally went to Franklin Ford.
But within this, Franklin still had an additional source of income.
That was the markup from clients’ requests for alterations and customizations to fit their measurements once the ready-to-wear clothes arrived at his place.
This amount of money wasn’t a lot, but what businessperson ever thinks they have too much money?
Moreover, by doing this, Franklin could network with many people from the upper echelons, which was a great opportunity for socializing.
This was the part of the contract that was hidden between Evelyn and Franklin.
Customization of ready-to-wear could take at least half a year, and even two to three years sometimes, because when the rich buy clothes and haute couture, they’re not buying just pieces of fabric to cover themselves.
They’re buying standards, status, and badges that prove their financial power.
As for covering themselves, money is more than enough to hide all unsavory and vulgar things.
Yara’s tears gradually stopped, and the light in her eyes grew brighter, "You mean, to create jewelry matching the ready-to-wear designs to sell as a package before they’re handed over to clients?!"
"Yes, exactly." Evelyn looked at her appreciatively, "Because what we’re going to create isn’t just a fashion brand; we need to design and develop all derived items. That way, we’ll have the capital to protect ourselves."
Evelyn understood very well what it meant to make the impossible possible with money.
Though she didn’t want to admit it, she once detested becoming a businessperson tainted with the smell of copper.
But now things had reached this point, if she didn’t move forward and fight against the evil dragon, both she and Yara would end up as prey for the dragon in the future.