Cindy’s brows were tightly furrowed, a sense of impending crisis creeping up on her once more.
The manuscript half finished under her hand was unsatisfactory no matter how she looked at it.
The lines of the manuscript were smooth, but something always seemed strange upon closer inspection.
It was pleasing to the eye, but seemed too plain and vulgar, lacking that kind of impressive appeal at first glance.
Yet even so, Cindy did not lose heart.
She was set on this project, swearing silently to secure it.
Whether she could show off in front of everyone all hinged on this.
As long as she secured this project, no one at Vanguard Jewelry would dare to look down on her in the future.
Even if Vanguard Jewelry could not accommodate her, she could flourish elsewhere, toward a promising future. Find the newest release on novel⁂fire.net
However, with so many people now competing, Cindy did not have the confidence, uncertain if she could make it through.
Many of the designers she had trained were truly talented.
At this thought, Cindy’s heart pounded with fear, pulling down the curtain so as to forget her troubles.
She sat in her chair with her eyes tightly closed, trying to find some inspiration to continue working on the manuscript.
But somehow, her mind was filled with frustration, and she couldn’t calm down at all.
Her mind was in a mess, with not a single fragment related to design.
Agitated, Cindy threw out her pen, the delicate sketch pen was split in half upon impact, lying broken and alone on the ground.
With no outlet for her emotions, Cindy craved some comfort to calm her feelings.
She thought for a bit, picked up her phone and hurriedly dialled Evelyn Curtis’s number.
It took a while for the call to be answered on the other end.
As Evelyn was out shopping and seeing Cindy’s call, her brows subconsciously furrowed.
Her intuition told her this was not going to be good news, and her sharp senses told her it was related to Charlotte Thompson.
"Evelyn, have you heard about the news of Vanguard Jewelry designing a wedding necklace for the Ashton royal family?"
As soon as the call connected, Cindy inquired in a probing manner, without giving her time to react.
This time she made a miscalculation.
As long as the news was not about Charlotte, Evelyn unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.
Then her brow furrowed in displeasure.
Wasn’t this sort of thing an internal company matter?
No news had been circulated, how could she possibly know about it.
Moreover, she was not a designer, so what good would telling her this do? Evelyn was caught off guard.
"Hold on a second, I’m at the mall."
Sensing that the following conversation was going to involve company secrets, Evelyn headed towards the staircase while pondering.
Having moved away from the mall’s crowded hall, only the voice coming from the other end of the phone remained.
"I heard Justin Battleson mention this, but I did not pay much attention. What’s going on?"
Evelyn concealed her own thoughts, downplaying the truth. Her fingers were nervously fiddling with her phone, curious about Cindy’s intentions.
Justin Battleson already despised her; how could he divulge such a confidential matter to her?
But she had to pretend to be in good terms with Justin Battleson.
Even if there were no concrete benefits, maintaining face was essential.
"Could you help me secure this opportunity? Otherwise, it’ll fall into Charlotte Thompson’s hands."
After briefly explaining the situation to Evelyn, Cindy carefully asked her this.
She might not be able to compete in terms of ability, but there’s always room for connections, right?
Cindy deliberately mentioned Charlotte, for her hidden agenda was obvious.
She knew that if it involved Charlotte, Evelyn wouldn’t just sit idly by.
If they could jointly step on Charlotte, who wouldn’t like to see such a win-win situation?
The fact of the matter was, Cindy had completely guessed Evelyn’s thoughts.