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?

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

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 hearts of our

the need to sell off the fruit of their many

other designer and asked the latter to leave as he

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

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

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

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

of loud noises rang out

had landed on Yosef’s lower jaw. Howling in pain, the latter staggered a few steps back and clumsily leaned on the desk to stop. himself

regained her senses and immediately went

Nathaniel spat through

work on the acquisition, but he would never use

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

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

shoulders and supported him

two were almost leaning on each

deep inside Nathaniel earlier turned into jealousy at

won’t let you follow me anymore. I have tons of ways to run away from you.” Christina whipped

wrong to hit

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

he made a move again, he would not

Nathaniel suppressed his burning fury and

the two, he reached out and pulled Christina

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

Yosef’s arm around his shoulders and helping him walk

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