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?

Yosef’s face. From the way he pursed his lips and scrunched his brows, it was evident. he was worried over the

our studio’s reputation has been negatively affected because of the imitation clothing incident. But we can clarify the truth, release a statement, or move the

the fruit of their many years of hard labor just because

the other designer and asked the latter to

patted her shoulder and spoke in less fluent Chanacan, “Try to

shifted her gaze toward Yosef. “Can

a call from Sebastian this morning saying that he wants to

news struck Christina like a bolt from the blue, leaving her utterly

she even uttered a word, a series of loud noises rang

punch had landed on Yosef’s lower jaw. Howling in pain, the latter staggered a few steps back

you doing, Mr. Bodyguard!” Christina regained her senses and immediately went up to

Nathaniel spat

to work on the acquisition, but he would never use someone’s life to threaten Yosef. It

him and turned to look at Yosef. “Are you all right? Let’s

was apparent in his eyes as he glowered

placed Yosef’s arm on her slender shoulders and supported

almost leaning on each

inside Nathaniel earlier turned into jealousy at this point. “You

anymore. I have tons of ways to

it was wrong to hit

fists tight discreetly. His chiseled knuckles were giving off cracking sounds because of his tightened grip. The eyes behind his shades had turned bloodshot, and his aura

if he made a move again, he would not be able to stay by Christina’s side till she

suppressed his burning fury and trailed

the

him a fierce glare. Is this Mr.

she saw Nathaniel placing Yosef’s arm around his shoulders and helping him walk

close to him at that moment that his formidable aura was made