Isabel didn’t say anything, she just felt the coolness behind her slowly surging up to her heart, making her sweat hairs stand up.
How could it be such a coincidence that the owner of this company happened to be someone she knew, plus she was the one in charge of the studio the other day.
Now, the person most suspected was undoubtedly herself.
“Isabel,” Curtis Irwin turned and took her hand, whispering, “Don’t worry.”
A pleased look of triumph flashed under Oakes’ eyes as he put the information at hand in order and said lightly.
“President Grant, none of us are idle, did you just barge in here just to say a few words about nothing?”
“That’s right we’re all busy, and since I took the time to come over, it’s something.”
Matthew Grant dropped a piece of advertising paper smoothly on the coffee table and stared coldly at the man in front of him, his eyes scrutinizing.
“This ad President Oakes should be familiar with, right?”
“Of course.” Oakes did not avoid it at all, “This is the advertisement for our recent new product, the design was personally reviewed by me, and the market response has been good so far.”
“President Grant, is there a problem?”
Matthew Grant’s eyes were deep and he spoke in a cold voice.
“I don’t care about the design of this ad, I just think the design on this ad is too familiar, it doesn’t seem to be the original design of President Oakes’ jewelry designer, right?”
“Indeed it is not original.” Oakes gestured to Blanca Roach next to him and spoke in a frank tone, “This is the authorization we got from your lady’s studio, we won’t do anything illegal.”
Blanca Roach’s eyes flashed, clenched her hand secretly, and questioned.
“Is President Oakes joking? Why didn’t the designer himself know about this?”
“Mrs. Grant, don’t you know? I thought it was someone from the studio that you had authorized to hand over to our company?”
“How could I know if I was abroad a few days ago?” Blanca Roach frowned and stared at him with a half-smile, “President Oakes seems to be an old man in the business, how could he not know how to sign a contract?”
Oakes slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, with cunning hidden under his eyes.
“The main thing is that the man took a complete set of documents, and we are also interested in working with your studio, and I have to say, Mrs. Grant your designs are very popular.”
“You …”
Matthew Grant reached out and blocked Blanca Roach from saying any more.
This Oakes was a business “veteran” by the sound of his voice alone, on par with Lane James.
His little woman was angry, so she couldn’t possibly compete with him.
“President Oakes, we are here to make sure that this advertisement is not your company’s, and our company’s attorney will hand over the next series of work to you.”
“No problem.” Oakes shrugged with an indifferent look, “Our contract is legal and reasonable, naturally we won’t be afraid of a lawsuit.”
Matthew Grant’s face was cold, and then he spoke lightly.
“Since this ad is now involved in infringement, I hope President Oakes will take the ad back as soon as possible, as of twelve o’clock this morning, outdated The Grant family will personally come down.”
Oakes’ face changed, suppressed the anger in his heart, and nodded his head.
“No problem, President Grant you have the power, you call the shots.”
“Wait a minute.” Blanca Roach stared at him dead on and asked in a firm tone, “May I ask President Oakes, who was the person you signed with at that time?”
“This …”
Oakes deliberately swept his gaze in the direction of the doorway, showing some embarrassment, and then spoke with a smile.
“Mrs. Grant, anyone who has the opportunity to work together is a friend.”