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?

lips and scrunched his brows, it was evident. he

clothing incident. But we can clarify the truth, release a statement, or move the hearts of our customers with

see the need to sell off the fruit of

other designer and asked the latter to leave as he had something

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

shifted her gaze toward Yosef. “Can you tell me the reason

a call from Sebastian this morning saying

struck Christina like a bolt from

of loud

just heard, she saw Nathaniel’s punch had landed on Yosef’s lower jaw. Howling in pain, the latter staggered a few

are you doing, Mr. Bodyguard!” Christina regained her senses and immediately

Nathaniel spat through

on the acquisition, but he would never use someone’s life to threaten

look at Yosef. “Are you all right? Let’s

metallic scent of blood spread in Yosef’s mouth, 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 this man feel more and more like Nathaniel the

and supported him as they

almost leaning on

Nathaniel earlier turned into jealousy at

hitting him again, I won’t let you follow me anymore. I have tons of ways to

to hit

chiseled knuckles were giving off cracking sounds because of his tightened grip. The

move again, he would not be able to stay by Christina’s side till she returned to the

Nathaniel suppressed his burning fury and

he got nearer to the

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

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

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