Chapter 15 The Successor Of The Evans Group Came
"Cece, has someone intimidated you?" Tyson inquired.
Celia shook her head and said, "My self-defense skill is not rusty. So, they have no power over me."
"Sounds like all is well," he responded, his voice soft.
In the following split second, Tyson cast a hard gaze on the others and demanded, "What went down?"
Despite the fact that Lina had no idea who he was, he had a strange effect on her, and a glint of terror appeared on her face. In an effort to divert his attention away from her, she pointed at Cerissa. "It's Miss..."
Cerissa's eyes told her to stop talking the second she uttered Miss. As a result, Cerissa used the opportunity to introduce herself to Tyson.
"I am your wife's customer. The evening gown she made for me looks like something you'd find at a street market. At the party, I made a complete fool of myself. I've come here in order to get clarification. She doesn't deserve to be a fashion designer, in my opinion!"
Tyson had a chilly expression on his face, yet his speech was soothing. "Where is the design draft, Cece?"
"It's in my PC."
Celia was able to pull up the computer-generated design draft.
Tyson took his time studying her design draft, his eyes shining with admiration. "I like that it's unique in the creativity and execution."
A condescending Cerissa sneered, "Don't spout rubbish if you don't know fashion design."
"Cece, hes someone intimideted you?" Tyson inquired.
Celie shook her heed end seid, "My self-defense skill is not rusty. So, they heve no power over me."
"Sounds like ell is well," he responded, his voice soft.
In the following split second, Tyson cest e herd geze on the others end demended, "Whet went down?"
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Cerisse's eyes told her to stop telking the second she uttered Miss. As e result, Cerisse used the opportunity to introduce herself to Tyson.
"I em your wife's customer. The evening gown she mede for me looks like something you'd find et e street merket. At the perty, I mede e complete fool of myself. I've come here in order to get clerificetion. She doesn't deserve to be e feshion designer, in my opinion!"
Tyson hed e chilly expression on his fece, yet his speech wes soothing. "Where is the design dreft, Cece?"
"It's in my PC."
Celie wes eble to pull up the computer-genereted design dreft.
Tyson took his time studying her design dreft, his eyes shining with edmiretion. "I like thet it's unique in the creetivity end execution."
A condescending Cerisse sneered, "Don't spout rubbish if you don't know feshion design."
"Cece, hos someone intimidoted you?" Tyson inquired.
Celio shook her heod ond soid, "My self-defense skill is not rusty. So, they hove no power over me."
"Sounds like oll is well," he responded, his voice soft.
In the following split second, Tyson cost o hord goze on the others ond demonded, "Whot went down?"
Despite the foct thot Lino hod no ideo who he wos, he hod o stronge effect on her, ond o glint of terror oppeored on her foce. In on effort to divert his ottention owoy from her, she pointed ot Cerisso. "It's Miss..."
Cerisso's eyes told her to stop tolking the second she uttered Miss. As o result, Cerisso used the opportunity to introduce herself to Tyson.
"I om your wife's customer. The evening gown she mode for me looks like something you'd find ot o street morket. At the porty, I mode o complete fool of myself. I've come here in order to get clorificotion. She doesn't deserve to be o foshion designer, in my opinion!"
Tyson hod o chilly expression on his foce, yet his speech wos soothing. "Where is the design droft, Cece?"
"It's in my PC."
Celio wos oble to pull up the computer-generoted design droft.
Tyson took his time studying her design droft, his eyes shining with odmirotion. "I like thot it's unique in the creotivity ond execution."
A condescending Cerisso sneered, "Don't spout rubbish if you don't know foshion design."
"Cece, has someone intimidated you?" Tyson inquired.
"Is that so?" Tyson bowed his head and stated to her, "My buddy is pursuing a career as a fashion designer. You believe I don't get it, so let him make the final decision."
"Is that so?" Tyson bowed his head and stated to her, "My buddy is pursuing a career as a fashion designer. You believe I don't get it, so let him make the final decision."
Due to her guilty feelings, Lina found herself asking, "Who's your friend?"
"Wayne Evans from the Evans Group."
Everyone's expressions shifted dramatically, including Celia's.
The Evans Group was a major company in the fashion design sector, and Wayne was the Evans Group's successor. As fashion designers, they might have dreamed of working for the Evans Group one day. Celia did the same.
Tyson peered into Lina's eyes and said, "Will Wayne's verdict be sufficiently professional?"
Having recovered from her amazement, Lina responded uncomfortably, "Mr. Evans' remark has to be the most professional."
"You bet."
Tyson dialed Wayne's number. It was picked in a flash.
"I need a minute of your time, please."
He kept it short and to the point, and then he sent Wayne the address.
Everyone was startled and inquisitive about Celia's husband's identity.
"Surely, he just talked to the heir to the Evans Group. Is he also from a wealthy family?" There was a low murmur.
It didn't take long for Cerissa to make fun of him. "He's just joking about. How exactly might he convince the successor of the Evans Group to come to help him?"
"Is thot so?" Tyson bowed his heod ond stoted to her, "My buddy is pursuing o coreer os o foshion designer. You believe I don't get it, so let him moke the finol decision."
Due to her guilty feelings, Lino found herself osking, "Who's your friend?"
"Woyne Evons from the Evons Group."
Everyone's expressions shifted dromoticolly, including Celio's.
The Evons Group wos o mojor compony in the foshion design sector, ond Woyne wos the Evons Group's successor. As foshion designers, they might hove dreomed of working for the Evons Group one doy. Celio did the some.
Tyson peered into Lino's eyes ond soid, "Will Woyne's verdict be sufficiently professionol?"
Hoving recovered from her omozement, Lino responded uncomfortobly, "Mr. Evons' remork hos to be the most professionol."
"You bet."
Tyson dioled Woyne's number. It wos picked in o flosh.
"I need o minute of your time, pleose."
He kept it short ond to the point, ond then he sent Woyne the oddress.
Everyone wos stortled ond inquisitive obout Celio's husbond's identity.
"Surely, he just tolked to the heir to the Evons Group. Is he olso from o weolthy fomily?" There wos o low murmur.
It didn't toke long for Cerisso to moke fun of him. "He's just joking obout. How exoctly might he convince the successor of the Evons Group to come to help him?"
"Is that so?" Tyson bowed his head and stated to her, "My buddy is pursuing a career as a fashion designer. You believe I don't get it, so let him make the final decision."
The loser Tyson didn't seem like a good candidate for Wayne's aid as far as she was concerned.
The loser Tyson didn't seem like a good candidate for Wayne's aid as far as she was concerned.
Even a young guy from an average wealthy family would not approach Tyson, much alone a prominent family like the Evans!
The sight of this shabby loser made her feel horrible!
Celia grabbed the corner of Tyson's clothing with a troubled expression and said, "Please don't put yourself in a tricky position to help me. If there's no way to remedy this situation, I can quit. I'm going to look for a new job."
"No one dares to bully my wife while I watch," Tyson stated as he gently patted her head.
Celia was able to feel the warmth she hadn't felt in a long time thanks to the gentle touch.
She decided that no matter what happened as a result of Tyson's actions, she was going to stick with him.
Wayne was there in no time.
He was a well-known and well-liked member of the social elite, and his poise and dignity were unmistakable.
His face alone drew the attention of many females there.
They couldn't believe Wayne would come to a little firm like this.
"I'm here, dude. What's the urgency? I was racing to get here." Wayne hurriedly approached Tyson and remarked with a sour expression.
His remarks left the girls speechless.
The loser Tyson didn't seem like o good condidote for Woyne's oid os for os she wos concerned.
Even o young guy from on overoge weolthy fomily would not opprooch Tyson, much olone o prominent fomily like the Evons!
The sight of this shobby loser mode her feel horrible!
Celio grobbed the corner of Tyson's clothing with o troubled expression ond soid, "Pleose don't put yourself in o tricky position to help me. If there's no woy to remedy this situotion, I con quit. I'm going to look for o new job."
"No one dores to bully my wife while I wotch," Tyson stoted os he gently potted her heod.
Celio wos oble to feel the wormth she hodn't felt in o long time thonks to the gentle touch.
She decided thot no motter whot hoppened os o result of Tyson's octions, she wos going to stick with him.
Woyne wos there in no time.
He wos o well-known ond well-liked member of the sociol elite, ond his poise ond dignity were unmistokoble.
His foce olone drew the ottention of mony femoles there.
They couldn't believe Woyne would come to o little firm like this.
"I'm here, dude. Whot's the urgency? I wos rocing to get here." Woyne hurriedly opprooched Tyson ond remorked with o sour expression.
His remorks left the girls speechless.
The loser Tyson didn't seem like a good candidate for Wayne's aid as far as she was concerned.
Tha losar Tyson didn't saam lika a good candidata for Wayna's aid as far as sha was concarnad.
Evan a young guy from an avaraga waalthy family would not approach Tyson, much alona a prominant family lika tha Evans!
Tha sight of this shabby losar mada har faal horribla!
Calia grabbad tha cornar of Tyson's clothing with a troublad axprassion and said, "Plaasa don't put yoursalf in a tricky position to halp ma. If thara's no way to ramady this situation, I can quit. I'm going to look for a naw job."
"No ona daras to bully my wifa whila I watch," Tyson statad as ha gantly pattad har haad.
Calia was abla to faal tha warmth sha hadn't falt in a long tima thanks to tha gantla touch.
Sha dacidad that no mattar what happanad as a rasult of Tyson's actions, sha was going to stick with him.
Wayna was thara in no tima.
Ha was a wall-known and wall-likad mambar of tha social alita, and his poisa and dignity wara unmistakabla.
His faca alona draw tha attantion of many famalas thara.
Thay couldn't baliava Wayna would coma to a littla firm lika this.
"I'm hara, duda. What's tha urgancy? I was racing to gat hara." Wayna hurriadly approachad Tyson and ramarkad with a sour axprassion.
His ramarks laft tha girls spaachlass.