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Chapter 559 "Kader suddenly fainted and couldn't come over." Preston tightened his grip on the phone. His face darkened and he became gloomy.
He did not speak again. During the few seconds when he did not speak, many thoughts had flashed through his mind.
When Preston spoke again, the expression turned normal.
"l see." Preston hang up the phone.
Preston didn't stop. He made a call quickly and approached the French window.
Outside, the red carpet extended from the exhibition hall to the road and it continued to extend. From his point of view, the road was red.
The bodyguards stood on both sides of the road, extending like the red carpet.
The reporters were blocked behind the bodyguards. There were too many of them.
Everyone had cameras in their hands and they were shooting around.
At this moment, a black Bugatti Veyron came from afar.
Seeing the car, the cameras of people on both sides were immediately aimed at Bugatti Veyron and those people kept pressing the shutter button.
Soon the flash flashed past. It was just like the light on the runway.
Preston looked at the car and his phone was put through.
Preston said, "Kader suddenly fainted and couldn't come." The breath on the phone was quiet. It was as if no one was there. But Preston knew that Everett was listening.
At this time, the news came very sudden. However, Preston did not think it was an accident. Instead, it was done intentionally.
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Preston had an answer in his mind as to who was responsible for this.
Including Everett.
Now, he needed Everett to make the decision.
This show could be done without Kader, but if you wanted to use another supermodel, you had to contact someone else. It was too late to contact anyone else.
Because they may not be there, and they all had work to do. It was not like that he called someone and the model came right away.
They were not like those amateurs who were on call all the time.
AK Company couldn't use amateurs.
This was absolutely impossible.
"Let Melody come." Preston's hand tightened as he heard the voice full of coldness. The phone was hung up.
What did Everett mean by asking Melody to come? It was a compromise? But how could Everett compromise with others, Melody in particular? Preston called Melody. At this time, he would not think about the reason why Melody had to go to this show. He would only think about Olivia.
What would Olivia do if she knew that it wasn't Kader but Melody that came to wear her clothes to do the catwalk show? In the design room, Olivia and Grace checked the clothes quickly and accurately.
Two sets of clothes in one style.
One on the model, one hanging.
The clothes on the mannequin would be displayed later, and the hanging clothes were going to be worn by the supermodel.
They had to check both sets.
But it would take a lot of effort and time to check the clothes on the mannequin.
Olivia asked Grace to check the hanging clothes and she would check the clothes on the mannequin. So Grace finished first.
However, Grace did not rest after finishing her part. She came to check the clothes which were going to be worn by supermodels with Olivia.
Everything was fine.
The clothes were all good.
Grace breathed a sigh of relief. She had seen her clothes damaged before a domestic competition. If it wasn't for Olivia, Grace would definitely have failed that time.
Grace couldn't help but be nervous when she checked the clothes this time.
"Olivia, there's nothing wrong with the clothes." "Yes." Olivia also finished checking. There was no problem. They just need to wait for the supermodel to come and tell the supermodel something.
Soon, her phone rang.
Grace looked at Olivia. Olivia took out her phone and answered.
"Mr. Smith." It was Preston who called. Olivia thought that the model should be arriving soon.
"Olivia, | have to tell you something now." Preston's voice was not quite right. It sounded different than usual.
Olivia heart tightened. "What's the matter?" "Kader suddenly fainted and couldn't come over. | found a model temporarily on the spot." "Well, who?" "Melody." Olivia stopped talking.
At this moment, her mind seemed to go blank. But it seemed that she had anticipated it. She had no emotion.
She never thought that she could be calm like this.
Preston listened to the silence of the phone and said, "Olivia, I'm sorry." Olivia understood what Preston's apology was about. She said, "Let Melody do it." Work was work and personal affairs were personal affairs. Olivia would not confuse the two.
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Preston paused for two seconds. "Okay." Olivia hung up the phone and looked at the design room's door.
Melody actually fit clothes designed by her. Melody was a mixed-blood.
Her forefathers were from five countries.
Grace saw that Olivia's expression was not right and Grace became nervous. "Olivia, what's wrong?" Olivia put her phone in her pocket, turned to look at Grace, and said calmly, "Our model had an accident and she couldn't come." "Ah?" No matter how hard Grace thought about it, she would never have thought that this would happen.
She was momentarily stunned and unable to react.
"Melody will be our model. Don't be surprised later. Just act as usual." With that said, Olivia walked to the French window and looked out.
World-class luxury cars came from the end of the red carpet. Reporters on both sides of the road held cameras and kept taking pictures.
Olivia could hear the dense sound of the shutters.
Grace stood behind Olivia and looked at Olivia. Grace frowned and her eyes were full of misgivings.
Melody was Mr. Weston's wife, and Olivia was Mr. Weston's ex-wife. Grace felt that no ex-wife would be willing to let clothes designed by her be worn by her ex-husband's current wife.
If it was her, she couldn't.
But Olivia didn't say anything.
Takh. Takh. Takh.
The crisp sound of high heels came from far to near. It was just like the notes which were heard on this floor.
Grace heard this and looked at the closed design room's door.
Olivia moved her fingers and turned around.