Almost having her thoughts exposed, Yara Reagan stiffened and nearly choked on her own saliva.
"Cough cough...No!" Yara was just short of swearing, "You saw it wrong!"
Evelyn Clayton wanted to tease her a bit, but really didn’t have the mood at the moment.
Yara was also afraid she’d ask more, so she changed the topic, "But what happened between you and James Grant just now? Did you have a fight?"
Facing Yara, Evelyn naturally had nothing more to hide.
She lowered her brows and eyes, exhaustion clearly showing, and told Yara about her day and what James had said.
Yara was dumbfounded by what she heard.
"Is he crazy?" After holding it in for a while, Yara couldn’t help but say angrily, "If you two get photographed again, won’t your reputation be completely ruined?"
Evelyn pinched the bridge of her nose, "I really don’t have the energy to think about that now. There’s a ton of things unfinished, and there’s still Marcus to handle over there...and, Summer Monroe and Harrison Grant are still watching us like hawks."
It’s not too much to say she’s caught in a dilemma.
Yara comforted her, "Don’t worry, I’ve almost got the registration sorted out. We should have results in two or three days. I’ll see if I can get Old Wang to go check out some office buildings with me tomorrow, and I’ll come see you afterwards."
"I’ll go with you." Evelyn said firmly, "I’m not that fragile yet."
The persuasion lingering on her lips was swallowed by Yara, who looked at the determined light in Evelyn’s eyes and sighed lightly, "Evelyn, don’t worry, our days will slowly get better!"
A warm current flowed through Evelyn’s heart, and she held Yara’s hand.
For the next few days, Evelyn and Yara were busy; during the day they went to look at office buildings, and at night they gathered together to draw design sketches.
They also took time to visit the factory to reassure workers who were temporarily out of work and feeling anxious, running around busily.
Finally, the new week arrived. Early Monday morning, Evelyn and Yara received their business license and all legal documents for starting their company.
The office building was settled, in the city center at The Imperial Tower, 32nd floor, nearly six hundred square meters, with an annual rent of seven hundred thousand.
This was the largest expenditure since the two of them started their business.
But looking at the big words "Gem Culture & Design Co., Ltd." on the business license, Evelyn and Yara looked at each other and saw tears in each other’s eyes.
They chose not to go with the factory’s original name "Ly" because they wanted to start fresh.
"We’re going to get better and better, right?"
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Yara hugged her arm, nodded vigorously, and said loudly, "Yes! We’re going to get better and better!"
Before the words were finished, a cheerful voice came from behind: "The new company address has been set, shouldn’t we celebrate tonight?"
Evelyn and Yara turned around in surprise and then called out in delight, "Violet Ford!"
They saw Violet carrying two bottles of Chianti wine, smiling with curved eyes, "I came uninvited, you won’t blame me, will you?"
"How could we!" Yara beamed with joy, "We were just thinking about celebrating tonight! And just between us, Evelyn and I have almost finished the designs for the show and accessories. We’ll show you tonight!"
Evelyn also smiled lightly, "Perfect, Violet, you can give us some pointers."
Violet curved her lips into a smile, "No rush on that. Besides, with your abilities, I’m confident. I came to take you out to celebrate and also to ask for a favor, to meet someone with me tonight."
Evelyn and Yara were puzzled, "Who?"
"Summer Monroe." A gleam passed through Violet’s eyes, "So, what do you say, are you willing?"