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

negatively affected because of the imitation clothing incident. But we can clarify the truth, release a statement, or move the hearts

to sell off the fruit of their many years of hard labor just because of

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

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

gaze toward Yosef. “Can

together. “Christina, I’m in a dilemma too. I received a call from Sebastian this morning saying that he wants to buy the

a bolt from the

even uttered a word, a series of loud noises rang out in

in pain, the latter staggered a few steps back and clumsily leaned on

regained her senses and immediately went up

spat through gritted

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

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

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 longer I look at

on her slender shoulders and supported him as they walked toward the

two were almost leaning on each

deep inside Nathaniel earlier turned into jealousy at

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

it was wrong to hit

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

a move again, he would not be able to

their retreating backs, Nathaniel suppressed his burning fury and trailed

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

fierce glare. Is this Mr. Bodyguard thinking of hitting Yosef

her surprise, she saw Nathaniel placing Yosef’s arm around his shoulders

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