Maryann was disliked so much that she couldn’t say a word, and her face turned red.
“Anyway, I have to wear the main jewelry, otherwise this activity ah, I will not do.”
“You are at liberty, ah, at liberty.”
Blanca Roach still had a smile on her face, but her tone was not very concerned, and she turned around to get the jewelry in the box for the other models to try on.
Originally she had asked Matthew Grant to come because of her face, and here she was giving her a face.
If they didn’t know, they would have thought that Blanca Roach was someone to be messed with!
Maryann was so angry that she slapped the sofa and stood up violently, her tone was not good.
“If you don’t do it, you don’t do it, but I’ve got a lot of work to do! If President Grant hadn’t highly recommended me, I wouldn’t have even looked at it!”
With that, she left the office on her high heels, the door slamming loudly.
Isabel gave Maryann a white glance in the direction she left, her mouth pouting, her face full of injustice.
“What is she, and she dares to put a face in your face.”
“Stop it and get to work.”
Blanca Roach spoke up and stopped Isabel’s next words.
Since she’s gone, there’s no need to keep on talking about it, the big deal is that we won’t work together afterwards.
Amelia was standing on the floor of the studio and was about to call Isabel on her cell phone when she ran into someone.
“Who is it? You’re not looking!” Maryann frowned at the person in front of her and said disdainfully, “What are you doing in the doorway? What are you doing in the doorway?”
“You’re so rude! Do you know who I am?”
Not to be outdone, Amelia raised her voice and confronted her.
This was under Blanca Roach’s studio anyway, so what was the harm in using her identity to pressure her.
Maryann, annoyed, scanned her up and down and laughed sarcastically.
“Probably a cleaning aunt, dressed so shabbily, but also dare to come to this kind of high-end location, do not think that you show so much, there will be a rich second generation to see you.”
Saying that, she also intentionally or unintentionally swept over Amelia’s over-exposed blouse.
Amelia looked back nonchalantly and grunted.
“You’re the only one who’s noble! And to talk about me so badly! I’m BFFs with the President Roach here, so watch out for The Grant family.”
President Roach…
The designer who’s a poser!
“Yo, what did I say, so it is the best friend of the big designer. They’re all the same kind of stuff, the dogs are fighting for power.”
Maryann’s face became more and more disdainful as she pushed Amelia away and went out the door.
She is Blanca Roach is not only with Matthew Grant’s identity and money to open this studio, and really take themselves as designers.
A pile of junk is still a pile of junk even if it is put into a high-class showcase.
It’s just Matthew Grant, and after she has a relationship with Matthew Grant, she can also be so in S-town.
Amelia stared sideways at the back for a long time, her eyes containing doubts.
Intuition told her that this man seemed to hate Blanca Roach.
She took the coffee and snacks in her hand and called Isabel’s phone number, immediately changing her tone of voice to one of eagerness.
“Isabel, I’m downstairs in your studio, are you coming in now?”
“Well, you can come straight in, I’m a little busy right now.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, the phone simply hung up.
Amelia skimmed at her phone and walked into the studio with a large portion of Starbucks coffee and snacks, standing face to face in front of the receptionist.
She hooked the corners of her mouth and just stared at the receptionist, her tone smug.
“Hello, I was called over by President Roach himself, I’m going in now.”