The two with radiant faces walked downstairs, intimately linking arms.
On Harper’s face, there was absolutely not a single trace of the furiously angry demeanor from earlier.
The red convertible Porsche parked in front of a four-story, red-brick loft-style building in the Brooklyn area.
The building carried a strong street art vibe, and in front of the door hung a rustic metal sign that read: CC Studio.
As soon as they pushed the glass door, the jingling sound of wind chimes rang out.
From under the reception desk, a head popped up, hair as messy as a bird’s nest, eyes sluggish and sleepy: “You two are here.” “Kevin.” Harper jerked her chin, displaying a look of disgust: “You haven’t washed your hair again, have you.” Kevin, with a stubbly beard, walked out, dragging his feet in flip-flops, approaching the coffee machine to get himself a cup of thick black Espresso: “Staying awake all night editing post-production on Photoshop, do you think I am as leisurely as you ladies?” “Where is Cecile?” Chloe, seeing that these two had a tendency to start arguing again, hurriedly changed the subject.
“In the third-floor studio, setting up for a photoshoot.
She should be almost done; she has been setting up the lighting since early morning, but it seems that model’s attitude is not very professional.
Cecile has been swearing all morning, her voice so loud that even all the way down here, I couldn’t catch a wink of sleep.” Kevin spoke while letting out a huge yawn.
Chloe raised her hand to check the Cartier watch on her wrist: “It is just in time for the lunch break.
‘GY”s brand ambassador will not arrive until this afternoon, so let us go out for lunch together in a bit.” “Jesus, what a waste of everyone’s time!
With this kind of working attitude, you still dared to book her; aren’t you afraid of ruining the company’s entire campaign!” From the iron staircase, Cecile’s loud, harsh complaints rang out.
“This…
is not as bad as you say, is it?
She just has not caught the rhythm yet; after all, she is a newcomer, but her appearance fits very well with our concept this season.
How about we try again this afternoon?” A somewhat hesitant female voice sounded.
Chloe frowned, looking toward the staircase.
Why did the timbre of this voice sound so familiar?
“I do not have the free time to serve her!” The person who walked downstairs first was a girl dressed in an edgy tomboy style.
She had platinum blonde pixie hair, wore a dusty ripped tank top, denim shorts, and rugged combat boots.
“Do you think I have a lot of free time?
I still have a photoshoot schedule for another magazine this afternoon.” The girl’s face looked very unpleasant, her whole being exactly like a bomb, ready to explode upon being touched.
Following her was a group of people continuously coming down.
When she saw the two people leading that group, Chloe’s entire body stiffened, her feet seemingly buried into the floor.
The two people walking in front consisted of a man and a woman.
The woman had a delicate face, snow-white skin, glossy blonde hair falling to her waist, large round eyes, and a natural no-makeup makeup look that further accentuated her naive, fragile, and innocent appearance.
Her height was only about one meter sixty, and standing next to the man, she looked incredibly petite, worthy of being protected.
That man, Chloe was all too familiar with…
“Julian Quinn!” Harper, standing beside her, did not hold back at all, harshly calling out his full name.
The man only then looked up toward the reception desk, then slightly raised his eyebrows, turned around to instruct the male secretary behind him a few sentences, and strode forward on his long legs.
Walking against the light pouring in from the window, Chloe felt that her infatuation with his beauty seemed about to relapse again.
“Why are you here?” Julian stepped in front of Chloe, his deep, indifferent voice speaking up.
“Why can’t she be here?” Harper glanced at Chloe’s facial expression, and also roughly guessed eighty or ninety percent of that woman’s identity, hence her fiercely sarcastic tone: “If she is not here, how can she admire the sight of you strolling with a beauty during working hours?” Hearing Harper’s tone burning with the smell of gunpowder, and looking at Chloe’s somewhat forced expression, Julian rarely deigned to explain: “She is the Project Director of a partner company that the conglomerate is working with.” “Serena, right?
I know.” Chloe looked up straight into Julian’s gray eyes.
Seeing the other party slightly raise his eyebrows, she felt a bit guilty and explained: “Last night she called your personal number.
You were in the study at the time, so I answered.” Julian said nothing more, his sharp gaze hard to read.
“So it turns out Serena has returned to New York, and as soon as she returned, she took the seat of a Director; her resume must be exceptionally outstanding.” Chloe smiled forcefully.
“Truly outstanding indeed; for a small photoshoot for a petty project, to be able to invite the CEO of Quinn Group to personally accompany her, it is not simple at all, it is extremely not simple~” Harper’s face darkened, her tone reeking of sarcasm.
Hearing Harper’s words, Chloe felt even more disappointed in her heart.
To hide her true emotions, she forced herself to maintain the haughty demeanor of a noblewoman, giving a perfect faint smile: “Since it is a work schedule, just head back over there, business always comes first.” “Have you eaten anything this morning?” Julian suddenly changed the subject with a bland question.
Chloe was a bit dazed, and only after a long while did she react, obediently nodding: “I have eaten, Martha prepared a takeaway bagel for me.” Harper was about to make some more sarcastic remarks but was immediately pulled into a corner by Kevin – the guy who was casually observing the drama nearby.
Harper resentfully struggled and shook his hand off: “What the hell are you pulling me for!” Kevin disappointedly shrugged: “I am telling you, Miss Harper, the husband and wife are having a private conversation, you should stop interrupting and acting as a stumbling block.” “What stumbling block?
Chloe is too soft-spoken, I must stand up to protect her…” Before Harper could finish speaking, Kevin grabbed her shoulders, steering her gaze out the glass window: “Come here, come here, Miss Harper, the weather in New York is so radiantly beautiful today, wouldn’t it be more chill for the two of us to stand here and watch the traffic for a bit.” Without Harper blocking the front, Chloe felt that an awkward atmosphere suddenly enveloped her and Julian.
She embarrassedly looked at her watch: “Cecile has also wrapped up her work, so we will go out for lunch…” While speaking halfway, she was cut off again by a female voice.
“Julian?
Who is this…?” Serena suddenly took a long stride to stand beside Julian.
The standing distance that pressed exactly against his shoulder and the intimate way of calling his first name directly incessantly flaunted to the person opposite the unordinary relationship between the two of them.
Chloe felt the polite smile on her lips become somewhat stiff.
Instinctively, she straightened her back and stuck out her chest proudly.
Hmm, her appearance was indeed not bad; her fashion sense in the business chic style was also quite decent.
It was just that her hair was not smooth, and her figure was not tall either.
As for her three measurements…
her bust was quite full.
Chloe glanced back at herself, only able to comfort herself that her slender, elegant model-like figure was currently high-fashion.
Concluding the silent comparison deeply characteristic of women, when she looked up again, Chloe’s face wore an impeccable upper-class mask, the exclusive haughty mask of Mrs.
Quinn.
She extended her hand, blooming a radiant, perfect smile: “Hello, you must be Serena, right?
I am Julian’s wife, Chloe Quinn.” Serena first glanced at Julian.
Seeing that he had no superfluous reaction to defend her, she then forced the corners of her lips, giving a bland smile.
She shook hands with Chloe: “Hello, I am Serena, Julian’s…
friend from college.
I just returned from London and am currently taking on the Project Director position at M&G.” M&G?
Chloe was truly astonished this time.
This advertising agency was of mid-range scale, and its client base did not belong to the luxury goods sector.
With such a mediocre contract, for Julian to personally accompany someone all the way to the studio, perhaps the main reason did not lie in business profits.
Because for such trickle-down projects, merely sending a mid-level manager of the Quinn Group to attend would already be highly overvaluing the partner.
Chloe suddenly felt that the smile on Serena’s lips carried a heavy provocative vibe reminiscent of those “Mean Girls,” making it incredibly an eyesore.
The mask of Mrs.
Quinn almost cracked, but fortunately, two years of wading through the gala banquets of the elite had tempered her with solid composure, just enough to protect the last shred of pride of a wife.