Chapter 409 My Professional Opinion
Enraged, Jocelyn slammed the table and rose to her feet. “What do you mean?”
Christina placed her hands on her hips and did not reply. She merely stared at Jocelyn with certainty
Jocelyn got even angrier upon seeing that. “Are you making fun of my body?”
Jocelyn was a woman from a rich family, after all. She wasn’t going to let a designer make fun of her.
However, Jocelyn wore a white dress that day, and her bulging tummy was there for everyone to see.
Faced with Jocelyn’s anger, Christina remained as cool as a cucumber. She said, “It’s normal for people to gain weight when they reach a certain age. I wasn’t picking on you. I was merely giving you my professional opinion. I’m not expecting you to take it, though.”
Christina put on an indifferent look and did not change her mind just because Jocelyn was outraged.
Right then, Rayne came out with tea and sensed the awkward atmosphere in the room. Something’s off…
She put the tea aside and asked Jocelyn cautiously, “What’s the matter, Mrs. Williams? Feel free to tell Ms. Steele what you have in mind.”
“Hmph! Ms. Steele doesn’t even respect me! She said I look bad in white!” Jocelyn spat, her eyes widening in anger.
Rayne sized Jocelyn up and noticed that Jocelyn indeed did not look good in white. The dress makes her skin look so dark, and the color exposes the flaws of her body.
She cleared her throat and explained, “I’m sorry, but Ms. Steele is known for voicing her opinions directly. However, her opinions aren’t unfounded. How about trying a new style?”
Jocelyn’s rage burned even more intensely. “No way. White symbolizes purity and elegance. You talking nonsense! I don’t want you guys to design my dress anymore.”
guys are
Hearing that, Christina stood up unhesitatingly and said, “Rayne, give Mrs. Williams a refund.”
She then walked back toward her office.
Jocelyn didn’t expect such arrogance from a designer. “What’s with that attitude? I’ll tell all my friends to stop coming here to make their clothes. We’ll see if your business can survive.”
Christina ignored her and closed the door behind her.
Rayne was sweating bullets when she saw how harsh Christina was. Our clients are mostly from upper-cla*s society. Christina’s straightforwardness will offend our clients!
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Williams. We’ll refund you the full amount,” Rayne apologized.
“Hmph!” Jocelyn grabbed her bag and stormed out.
Rayne brought the tea into the office and said, “Christina, I beg you not to speak so frankly next time because that’ll offend our clients. Our clients pay us to get their dresses made instead of getting irritated.”
Pretending not to hear a word Rayne said, Christina picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.
Enraged, Jocelyn slammed the table and rose to her feet “What do you mean?”
Christina placed her hands on her hips and did not reply. She merely stared at Jocelyn with certainty.
Jocelyn got even angrier upon seeing that, “Are you making fun of my body?”
Jocelyn was a woman from a rich family, after all. She wasn’t going to let a designer make fun of her.
However, Jocelyn wore a white dress that day, and her bulging tummy was there for everyone to see.
Faced with Jocelyn’s anger, Christina remained as cool as a cucumber. She said, “It’s normal for people to gain weight when they reach a certain age. I wasn’t picking on you. I was merely giving you my professional opinion. I’m not expecting you to take it, though.”
Christina put on an indifferent look and did not change her mind just because Jocelyn was outraged.
Right then, Rayne came out with tea and sensed the awkward atmosphere in the room. Something’s off…
She put the tea aside and asked Jocelyn cautiously, “What’s the matter, Mrs. Williams? Feel free to tell Ms. Steele what you have in mind.”
Hmph! Ms. Steele doesn’t even respect me! She said I look bad in white!” Jocelyn spat, in anger.
her eyes
widening
Rayne sized Jocelyn up and noticed that Jocelyn indeed did not look good in white. The dress makes her skin look so dark, and the color exposes the flaws of her body.
She cleared her throat and explained, “I’m sorry, but Ms. Steele is known for voicing her opinions directly. However, her opinions aren’t unfounded. How about trying a new style?”
Jocelyn’s rage burned even more intensely. “No way. White symbolizes purity and elegance. You guys are talking nonsense! I don’t want you guys to design my dress anymore.”
Hearing that, Christina stood up unhesitatingly and said, “Rayne, give Mrs. Williams a refund.”
She then walked back toward her office.
Jocelyn didn’t expect such arrogance from a designer. “What’s with that attitude? I’ll tell all my friends to stop coming here to make their clothes. We’ll see if your business can survive.”
Christina ignored her and closed the door behind her.
Rayne was sweating bullets when she saw how harsh Christina was. Our clients are mostly from upper-cla*s society. Christina’s straightforwardness will offend our clients!
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Williams. We’ll refund you the full amount,” Rayne apologized.
“Hmph!” Jocelyn grabbed her bag and stormed out.
Rayne brought the tea into the office and said, “Christina, I beg you not to speak so frankly next time because that’ll offend our clients. Our clients pay us to get their dresses made instead of getting irritated.”
Pretending not to hear a word Rayne said. Christina picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.
“Why can’t we just make the dresses according to our client’s requests?” Rayne grumbled. What’s important is making money for the studio, no?
Christina lifted her head slightly to reveal her alluring side proble. “I’m a woman of principles. Didn’t your see the flaws in Mrs. Williams’ body? If she wears white, she’ll only appear even chubbier From now on. please tell our clients about my requirements before we accept their orders,” she said while putting her cup of tea aside.
“Yes, Ms. Steele.” Rayne knew there was nothing she could say to convince Christina otherwise. She flipped through the memos on her phone and reminded, “Oh! We have a designer networking banquet to attend tonight.”
“Huh? Can I not work overtime? How about you go on your own?” Christina wasn’t a fan of such events. Ill have to starve myself and wear a dress. How tiring is that!
“No. You’ve just rejected a huge deal. You must make up for it tonight,” Rayne said a*sertively, acting like Christina’s manager.
Christina let out a groan upon hearing that. Why did I find myself such a dutiful a*sistant?
That evening, Christina wore a black dress that Rayne had modified into a high-slit dress.
Christina lowered her head and noticed that most of her thighs were exposed when she walked.
“Um… Don’t you think this is a bit much?”
“That’s the trend now! We must keep up with the times because our dresses represent Christina’s Studios!” Rayne also wore a S**y high-slit dress with ta*sels at the bottom of the dress.
“Yours looks so flashy!” The corners of Christina’s mouth twitched slightly.
Rayne held Christina’s hand and walked toward the entrance. “Not only will there be a lot of rich women at the event, but there will also be plenty of rich heirs.”
She winked at Christina and led her into the venue.
The venue had beautiful chandeliers hanging off the ceiling, making the place look rather romantic.
All sorts of people were gathered there, and they were all dressed up and chatting away happily.
Rayne was responsible for socializing with the others, while Christina was just nodding and smiling all the
way.
Christina whispered in Rayne’s ear. “When can we leave this place?”
Her face was on the verge of becoming stiff due to the constant smiling.
Rayne’s smile, however, still looked as natural and pleasant as usual. “Hang in there. We still have plenty of business cards to hand out.”
Suddenly, Christina saw one of her business cards lying on a field nearby.
She also saw a few wealthy women tossing her business cards onto the ground.
A wealthy woman dressed in a sequined dress sneered, “I have never heard of this studio. How did they get invited to such a grand event?”
Next to that woman was another woman wearing a mink coat. She mocked, “How dare an unknown studio offer to make dresses for us? I wouldn’t wear anything they make!”
“Haha! You’re right!“
Christina’s expression turned grim when she heard those women mocking her studio.
Rayne was also wearing a scowl on her face, but there was nothing she could do to those women. “They’re so mean! They were all so friendly when they talked to us moments earlier. Now, they’re making fun of
us!”
Rayne gritted her teeth angrily. She wanted to confront those women, but she couldn’t afford to ruin the studio’s reputation.
Unperturbed, Christina smiled faintly and said, “That’s just how things are in this society. It’s not like you’ve never attended similar social events before.”
She bent down and picked up quite a few of her business cards from the ground. As she was about to pick up the last one, a woman in high heels stepped on the card.
That woman had even intentionally stepped on the part of the card that read: Christina’s Studios.
