Chapter 271 Famished Lost Soul.
Christina folded her arms and gazed at Nathaniel resentfully in the car on the way back. “How did you locate me at the hotel?” I clearly remember I didn’t tell him about this. Did he arrange for someone to keep an eye on me secretly?
Nathaniel came clean, not intending to hide anything. “I have your best interest at heart. What if you run into trouble again like before?”
His response rendered her speechless for a moment.
When he reached out his slender fingers to touch her face, she instinctively dodged, causing him to miss.
She blinked her eyes at him in displeasure and grievance. “Still, you shouldn’t have done that. You could’ve called me. I don’t feel comfortable being monitored like that.” Who would like to be watched all the time? It feels like I have no freedom at all.
Nathaniel lowered his eyes, meeting her clear, sparkling eyes. His heart softened instantly when he saw her innocent expression resembling a helpless little animal being bullied.
“I know you don’t like it. I’ll tell them to stop following you.”
“Really?” Her eyes shone.
“Yes. Can you not stay mad at me now?” Nathaniel raised his hand again to cup her face while speaking gently.
Christina didn’t avoid him this time, allowing his fingers to brush across her cheeks. She could feel him gripping her jaw and tenderly lifting her head.
He kissed her pa*sionately, arousing her desire within a second.
The spacious car suddenly felt cramped as he leaned closer. The next second, their breaths became entangled.
A faint fragrance permeated the air inside the car.
The next day, Christina got up early to buy breakfast and visited her mentor.
Laurel upheld a rather discipline lifestyle, getting up early to do yoga. When she saw Christina, she smirked at the latter. “Your jealous husband is finally allowing you to leave the house
“Ms. Shaw, don’t mind him. He’s just a little overly cautious of my safety,” Christina grinned sheepishly.
She
put
down the breakfast and continued to pack the luggage she hadn’t finished sorting the night before.
“I won’t mind it. I’m happy for you because he must really like you for being so concerned about you,” Laurel said leisurely with a facial mask on. “By the way, have you been following the news?”
“I watch news related to the industry every morning.” Christina answered honestly.
She paid close attention to the fashion industry’s trends, Perhaps that was something every designer would do.
“Margaret has been in the limelight recently, even holding a solo exhibition overseas. I heard that for my upcoming exhibition, the organizers invited her to be my model.” Laurel snorted. “Does she think she deserves to wear the clothes 1 design?”
Mockery filled her words. Discomfort surged within her whenever she was reminded of that matter.
“The happenings we can observe in the fashion industry are only the overt side of things. The covert dealings are unknown to us, and we can’t influence them either. Isn’t this what you taught me, Ms. Shaw?” Christina shrugged.
She had to admit Margaret had been making headlines lately. When she viewed the fashion industry- related news daily, she would see Margaret on the front page almost every day, whether it was news of her attending banquets, holding various exhibitions, or collaborating with some celebrities.
In a short period, she rose to the status of a renowned designer.
That was a testament to how good publicity could allow a person’s fame to skyrocket. There were many designers of that sort in the circle, prominent but lacking capabilities.
They could easily earn a fortune by hosting an exhibition.
Christina, do you feel resentful? Even the second runner–up is more famous than you now?” Laurel arrowed her eyes at Christina.
Every designer yearned to be successful and celebrated Some designers even strove for fame their whole lives.
Christina focused on her task at hand and replied haltheartedly, “Nope. We chose to walk down different paths from the start.”
She was devoted to design, not popularity. Christina firmly believed that people would eventually notice her as long as she produced high–quality designs.
“That’s right. As expected of my apprentice to have an extraordinary mindset,” Laurel uttered confidently.
She was very particular about the individual’s character when selecting an apprentice. Those with talent but questionable intentions would never be chosen by her.
“Let me tell you a secret. Actually, Margaret is able to progress so rapidly in her career solely because of Zele’s tactics. Anyway, you need to bear in mind not to get too close to Zele.”
Christina recalled the night when Zele asked for her phone number. “I got it, Ms. Shaw.”
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Laurel only stayed in Jadeborough for two days before taking a flight to Bellridge. She mentioned she was going to discuss a collaboration and help Christina host a solo exhibition overseas. She would contact Christina once the details were finalized.
With much reluctance, Christina sent her mentor off at the airport. On her way back, she received an
nexpected call from Zele.
“Christina, Ms. Romina is holding a solo exhibition in Jadeborough tonight. Only those with connections can get the tickets. What do you say? Are you interested in going?”
Romina could be considered the pioneer for people like them, and everyone in the fashion industry looked up to her. Each of her solo exhibitions was magical, capable of setting new trends within a month.
Everyone referred to her as the Fashion Witch.
Her exhibitions were not open to just nyone, as one must be well–connected to secure the tickets. Christina became excited upon hearing that name. Who wouldn’t want to see Ms. Romina’s exhibition?
“Really? How much are the tickets? Can I buy them from you?” Christina didn’t dare to casually accept the invitation without contributing something in return.
Not to mention, her mentor had frequently mentioned Zele’s various misdeeds in the past to her, so she had to practice caution.
“I wanted you to join me for the exhibition because I like you. If you haggle over money, can I a*sume you’re reluctant to befriend me?” Zele had no intention of selling the ticket. Besides, the tickets to Romina’s exhibition weren’t available for purchase even with money.
It was obvious Zele was trying to establish a good rapport with Christina by doing the latter a huge favor of inviting her to the exhibition.
Christina felt conflicted like she was a famished lost soul being offered an apple by a cunning witch.
“Thank you for the invitation, Zele. Count me in.”
A sneer flashed across Zele’s visage. “I’ll send you the time later. Remember not to be late.”
“Okay.” After hanging up the call, Christina was weighed down by the guilt as if she had done something wrong behind her parents‘ backs. It’ll be fine if I only go and watch the show and avoid interacting too much with
Zele.
Soon, she received a message from Zele about the time and venue of the exhibition. Christina deliberately searched the internet but found no new updates about Romin
Romina’s studio would only release some behind–the–scene footage and promote their new products after the exhibition ended every time.
The show was scheduled at night, giving her a whole day to work. Christina decided to return to the studio to get some work done while waiting for the exhibition at night to start.
