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?

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

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

sell off the fruit of their many years

other designer and asked the latter to leave as

left, he lightly patted her shoulder and spoke in less fluent

the door shut, Christina shifted her gaze toward Yosef. “Can you

from Sebastian this morning saying that he wants to buy the studio. I objected, but he used my

a bolt from the

series of loud noises rang out in front of

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

Bodyguard!” Christina regained her senses and immediately

Nathaniel spat through gritted

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 go to the hospital

his eyes as he glowered at the blonde man before him. Why does this man feel more and more like Nathaniel the longer I

on her slender shoulders and supported

were almost

turned into jealousy at this point. “You

anymore. I have tons of ways to run away from

was wrong to hit people, regardless of the

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

overwhelmed him. Yet, he knew well that if he made a move again, he would not

their retreating backs, Nathaniel suppressed his burning

and when he got nearer to the two,

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

Nathaniel placing Yosef’s arm around

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