Blanca Roach received a call from Matthew Grant in the afternoon, saying that the venue problem had been solved.
She was so happy that she had to work non-stop to get the materials to decorate the site, and only now did she have time to rest in the studio for a while.
Amelia glanced at the figure sitting on the sofa in the lounge area, took a glass of water and handed it over, asking tentatively.
“Blanca, is the venue problem solved?”
“Sort of.”
Blanca Roach was really tired, took a sip of water and resumed sprawling on the couch.
She didn’t know what kind of tactics Matthew Grant had used to solve the problem in just a few hours.
But luckily, the launch hadn’t been delayed.
“Yeah, that’s good.”
Amelia said perfunctorily, her eyes slightly lost in thought as she stared at the table.
She was all set to spread the story around the studio, who knew it would be defused so quickly.
I can only say that Shelly is too incompetent, can’t even do such a small thing, and still want to marry Matthew Grant, is simply delusional!
Isabel packed up her things, stepped on high heels and hurried out, saw Amelia in the corner with a ruthless look on her face and asked.
“Amelia, what’s wrong with you?”
“Ah? Nothing, just thinking that the manager of the venue is really abominable!”
Amelia waved her hand in panic, collected her stern color, frowned and cursed.
“Oh, he is indeed abominable.”
Isabel responded, but her eyes were still puzzled, just now Amelia’s expression really scared her, and she was almost like her usual self.
“Are you in such a hurry to leave?” Blanca Roach asked her, rubbing her calf, “I was thinking of inviting you to dinner.”
“Another time, I’ll go home first, Curtis Irwin seems to be taking a long time for his negotiations today, I want to go back and make him something delicious.”
“Understood.”
Blanca Roach narrowed her eyes and smiled as if she knew everything, causing Isabel’s face to flush slightly.
“Okay, I’ll go first.”
After Isabel had gone, Amelia also made up a random excuse to leave the studio.
She had to meet with Shelly anyway to see what was going on in her head, so she might be able to use her on the day of the launch.
When Matthew Grant arrived at the studio, he saw his little woman fall asleep on the couch.
He pursed the corners of his mouth and squatted next to the sofa, and his slightly tired face fell into his eyes.
So many days, but really hard on his little woman, which makes him how can not heartache.
“Blanca, we’re going home.”
Matthew Grant lowered his voice and reached out and pinched her nose.
“Well …” Blanca Roach frowned, opened her eyes slightly and said dully, “You’re here, did I fall asleep?”
“Well, you’re too tired, I’ll carry you to the car.”
“Okay.”
Blanca Roach nodded obediently and put her arms around Matthew Grant’s neck and nestled into his arms.
She leaned on Matthew Grant’s shoulder, playing with the buttons on his shirt with one hand, and spoke softly.
“How did you work out about the venue, huh?”
“Hmm? You’re so tired and you still care about work?”
Matthew Grant looked down at her and said patiently, “I said you don’t have to worry about this, I’ll take you to relax after the launch the day after tomorrow.”
“Whatever you say.”
Blanca Roach softened her tone, but still could not suppress the kind of thoughts in her heart.
How could the venue manager suddenly stop renting in the last few days, and be so adamant, if no one was behind it, she couldn’t think of another way.
She nestled in Matthew Grant’s arms, muttering to herself, “This thing does not seem to be a coincidence.”