Chapter 243 Give Me A Call
Francis watched Christina focus on her work at the sewing machine. Guess I’ll leave her be. “I’ve been filming in Hallsbay recently. If you need anything, call me.”
In response, Christina gestured an “OK” sign at him. “You should return quickly.” I doubt I’ll need anything from him, considering I’m so busy at the sewing machine every day that I don’t even have time to drink water.
Before Francis left, he couldn’t help but caress her head. She’s like a docile kitten who’ll occasionally bite someone when cornered. I really want to bring her to a place where no one can disturb us, so there’s no need to think about revenge. Won’t it be nice if we’re the only people on the planet?
Irritated, Christina slapped his hand. “Stop disturbing me and leave.”
No one could focus on their work if such a handsome man stood beside their desk.
After Francis exited the room, someone behind him shouted, “I’ve been your fan for a long time. Francis. Can I get your autograph?”
Upon turning around, he saw Nancy holding a pen and paper. She had been waiting for him since after dinner.
As a public figure and a superstar, he was used to having fans asking him for autographs.
If he weren’t in a hurry, he would stop to give an autograph or take a picture with his fans.
“All right.” He grabbed the pen she handed him and signed his name beautifully on the paper.
Staring at the autograph, Nancy was so elated that she beamed.
It was her first time doing that, which was why she was indescribably excited.
Just as Francis was preparing to leave, she called out to him again. Upon gathering her courage, she proposed, “I know you’re interested in joining Mr. Valentine’s latest movie, Francis. He’s actually my unclé. If you’re willing to become my model. I’ll immediately help you obtain the role of the male lead in that movie. What do you think?”
Her family was a prominent entity in the entertainment industry. Thus, she could handily make someone the male lead in a movie.
This is a great deal, no matter how one sees it. He only needs to be my male model for a while to be hired as a movie’s male lead and get paid eighty million. I doubt he’ll reject my offer. As she thought, she was excited by the thought of spending time with him.
In response, Francis faced her again. With a frigid countenance, he studied her and spat, “Do you think I’ll be a male model for any woman? What kind of a joke is that?”
Nancy’s expression shifted. I’ve never seen him looking this terrifying before.
“Mr. Valentine called me a few times about the movie already. I reluctantly agreed to accept the role, but now I’m regretting my decision now.” A dark look settled in Francis’ eyes as he gazed coldly at the panicking Nancy. “Let me warn you. Don’t even try to hurt Christina. I won’t let you off the hook if you do.
With that, he left.
His frigid expression replayed in her mind as her body trembled. What is his relationship with Christina? Why is he biased toward her?
After dinner, nearly all designers returned to the tailor room to continue their work. None of them wanted to lose such a significant competition.
Everyone worked until early in the morning. All that was left in the quiet room was the sound of sewing machines in operation.
Eventually, some couldn’t stand the exhaustion anymore and returned to their room to rest.
As for Christina, it wasn’t until almost dawn that she stopped working.
When she left the room, she took her clothing with her. After all, one of the many people inside might intentionally destroy her work.
Upon returning to her room, she typed a very long message to Nathaniel.
After sending it, she was so tired that she fell asleep before waiting for a reply.
She had no idea how long she had slumbered.
Meanwhile, Nathaniel was busy taking care of company matters in his office. There was a pile of documents sitting at the side.
He was going to leave for a while, but so many matters required his attention that he couldn’t.
It took a while before he even had time to check out the message he had received on his phone.
Christina’s message read: I was busy the whole night, though I wasn’t very efficient because I spent half of my mental energy missing you. Rest early. Love you.
The edges of Nathaniel’s lips curved upward as his eyes glinted.
When Sebastian saw the expression on Nathaniel’s countenance, he knew the latter was reading a message from Christina. It’s obvious why he’s been working day and night over the past few days.
As the director continuously updated the competition’s status on the internet, more and more people paid. attention to the event.
The clip of Nancy and Margaret intentionally pushing Christina to the ground during the three-legged race attracted lots of attention online.
Clearly, unfair behavior, such as intentionally shoving someone in order to win, was seen as unacceptable by many.
The more people talked about it, the more popular the show became.
In less than a week, the television station was raking in the dough.
Nevertheless, the contestants ignored matters like those.
Soon, two days pa*sed in a blink of an eye.
On the day of the competition, the production team rented a large venue for the contestants’ models to show off their designs.
Meanwhile, the backstage was so chaotic that it was as if a war was happening.
Christina called Francis multiple times, but he didn’t pick up his phone. If he screws up at this critical moment, who’ll wear the shirt I designed? I don’t know anyone in Hallsbay, and it’s too late for me to find another model. If only I knew another way of contacting Francis aside from calling his number. If he doesn’t come, won’t that mean I’ll drop out of the competition? No, I won’t allow it. I’m okay with getting disqualified, but I refuse to admit defeat without even stepping onto the battlefield.
With no other choice, Christina was forced to make a decision she didn’t want to. “There’s no time left. Rayne, I need you to find a male model at least one hundred and eight centimeters tall.
“Okay. I’ll do that right away.” Rayne immediately left to complete her task upon receiving Christina’s call.
Christina could do nothing but watch the other designers help their male models put on makeup and change into the clothing they designed.
It made her stick out like a sore thumb.
To make things fair, the director asked the contestants to draw lots to determine the order of their appearance on stage.
Christina hoped she would get one of the last few spots, even if it only granted her a few more minutes.
Unfortunately, lady luck was not with her. She took the fourth spot.
Despair flooded her heart.
After drawing the lots, the crowd dispersed to prepare for the competition.
It was then a figure arrived in front of her. “I got last place. How about I switch mine with yours?”
Upon raising her head, Christina saw Benjamin holding a piece of paper with the last number written on it. That was the best he could do to help her.
“Thank you, Benjamin.” She accepted his aid graciously.
