Let Me Stay The Night

The studio was on the fifteenth floor of an office building in the city center.

An enthusiastic Granatanolan lady was at the reception counter when Christina walked in. As soon as the former lifted her gaze, she recognized the latter.

The woman politely welcomed Christina and greeted her in fluent Granatanolan, “Where did you go, Christina? I thought you wouldn’t come back again.”

Everyone at the studio knew Christina was back in her home country to hold a fashion show. However, she did not return to the studio even after several months had passed, and neither did anyone manage to reach her. Naturally, everyone thought she had found a new job.

Christina smiled. “How can that be? This studio is partially my blood, sweat, and tears too.”

Having stayed abroad for many years, she had placed almost her entire fashion career in that studio. She was not someone who would give up easily.

“Where’s Yosef?” she asked.

“Mr. Gunther is inside. You can head in.”

– Christina walked into the studio with Nathaniel. The furnishing and decorations inside radiated artistic vibes, and she even spotted her own artwork.

Meanwhile, Yosef was in the middle of a meeting with a famous designer in the conference room.

However, the atmosphere was not too great.

As Christina knocked on the door and entered, she met with the grumpy gazes of the two who had just argued.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

The famous designer loosened his floral necktie. “Ask Yosef yourself. He says he wants to sell the studio.”

“What? You want to sell the studio?” Christina’s face fell almost instantaneously.

When they first started the studio, they promised each other they would become the most renowned brand in the fashion industry. We’ve put so much effort and energy into it. How can we possibly bear to sell it just like this?

grim look clouded Yosef’s face. From the way he pursed his lips and

incident. But we can clarify the truth, release a statement, or

need to sell off the fruit of their

to the other designer and asked the latter to

shoulder and spoke in less fluent Chanacan, “Try to

toward Yosef. “Can you

saying that he wants to buy the studio. I objected, but he used my parents’ safety to

bolt from

a series of loud

in pain, the latter staggered a few steps back and clumsily leaned on the desk to stop. himself

Mr. Bodyguard!” Christina regained her senses and immediately

slander!” Nathaniel spat through gritted

had instructed Sebastian to work on the acquisition, but he would never use someone’s life to

ignored him and turned to look at Yosef. “Are you all right? Let’s go to the hospital and have a

and streaks of blood occasionally seeped from the corner of his mouth. Wrath was apparent in his eyes as he glowered at the blonde man before him. Why does

shoulders and supported him as they walked toward the

two were almost leaning on

turned into jealousy

thinking of hitting him again, I won’t let you follow me anymore. I have tons of ways to run away from you.” Christina whipped her head

was wrong to hit people, regardless of

sounds because of his tightened grip. The eyes behind his shades

he made a move again, he would

Nathaniel suppressed his burning fury and

his footsteps, and when he got nearer to the two, he reached out

pushed aside, Christina shot him a fierce glare. Is this Mr. Bodyguard thinking of hitting Yosef

Nathaniel placing Yosef’s arm around his shoulders and

equally shocked. Nathaniel was so close to him at that moment that his formidable aura was