"Hi, Ms.Evans.Are you also here to have coffee?"
Ayla approached Yareli.
"I'm just here to deal with some private affairs.But now that I have time, shall we have a cup of coffee
together?"
She had already planned to go to the Clark Group's office to find Ayla.It was good that they ran into
each other here at the coffee shop.
Ayla nodded.
"Sounds lovely."
Afterwards, they ordered a cup of coffee and sat at a table by the window.
"So, Ms.Evans, have you dealt with the private affairs you mentioned earlier?"
Ayla glanced at the portfolio that Yareli had put aside.
"No, not really."
Yareli was certain that the girl she met earlier was not her daughter.
Puzzled, Ayla looked at her, and said, "So, does that mean you're not done with it yet?"
"Actually, I've been looking for my daughter who has been missing for twenty years already."
There was no need for Yareli to hide that fact from her.
As a matter of fact, she already thought of Ayla as her own daughter.
"Your daughter? I thought you never got married?" they wasn't expecting that someone perpetually
single like Yareli actually had a daughter.
It seemed that she still had difficulties of her own.
A bitter smile appeared on Yareli’s lips.
"That's right.I believed that I would live alone for the rest of my life.And so, after I gave birth to my child,
I left her at the door of an orphanage.I've been wanting to get her back, but I never saw her again."
During the past two decades, she had suffered every night she remembered her daughter.
The thought of losing her daughter pushed her to work harder.
And if sometime in the future, she could find her daughter, she would tell her how sorry she was.
She owed her daughter a lifetime of apology.
If she could ever find her again, she would give her a good life, and never would she live a life of
suffering again.
When Ayla saw tears rolling down Yareli’s cheeks, she grabbed a tissue and wiped them away.
"I'm sure that if your daughter is still alive somewhere, she definitely wants to see you, too."
She felt the same way.If someday, her biological parents showed up, she would definitely be the
happiest person on earth.
But for some reason, she felt that that day might be too far away.She even doubted if it would ever
come.
"You think so? But I abandoned her.No matter how hard my situation was, I shouldn't have left her."
Yareli resented herself for what she did.
It didn't matter how wealthy she had become, because it could never fill the void of losing her daughter.
"She'll understand why you did it.Every parent has their own reason for giving up their children," said
Ayla.
That was the same thing she told herself.Her parents probably must've been left with no other choice
but to abandon her.Her words of comfort made Yareli feel at ease.
"You're a good girl."
Oh, how she hoped that Ayla could be her daughter! She had taken a liking to her ever since the first
day she saw her.
If by some ungodly reason, she couldn't find her real daughter, she would adopt Ayla instead.They kept
chatting for about two hours before Yareli drove back to the company.
"Lala, I heard you're in charge of half the designs for the third show.And the third show is a bigger
project.Both you and Linda must be well-prepared!"
Although Yareli had been in Italy, she had known everything that had I been happening to Ayla while
she was working for the Clark Group in Antawood.
"That's right.I'll work hard to make it a success.I've already finished my designs for the third fashion
show.Actually, I was hoping if you could take a look at them and give me some pointers for
improvement," said Ayla.
"No problem," Yareli agreed, and then the two of them went into the office together.
As soon as Linda saw Yareli, she got up and approached her.
"Ms.Evans, you're here! Would you like something to drink? I'll get it for you.Which do you prefer?
Coffee or tea?"
"No, thanks. I've already had coffee with Lala earlier.I just came here to see how things are going."
As she sat on the sofa, Yareli nodded at Ayla and asked her to show the designs.
At once, Ayla brought her a portfolio of all her drafts for the third fashion show.
Carefully, Yareli examined them one by one.After a while, she got up and said, "Lala, come with me."
Once the two of them were in the meeting room, she said to Ayla, "Tell me more about the style you
used, and the features of each dress."
Ayla's answers impressed Yareli very much.
"I'm surprised at the progress you've made, Lala! It's only been a few months, and you're already this
good."
She closed the folder, and said, "There's still time before the next fashion show.If you have some spare
time on your hands, you should design a few shoes to match these dresses, Lala."
A designer must bear in mind that she should keep her designs comprehensive.
Despite the fact the designers had different strengths, it was better to be good in all aspects.
Moreover, Yareli had been wanting to launch a series of shoes.
If Ayla could design shoes as well, she would be the most capable designer in her company!
Perplexed, Ayla looked back at Yareli.
"Ms.Evans, I'm afraid that I wouldn't be able to do it well."
"You'll know once you try.I'm certain that you've already learned how to do it."
Yareli gave her a pat on the shoulder to encourage her.
"I have some references that could help you with designing shoes.I'll send them to you later, so you
can study it.If you have any questions or concerns, you can come to my hotel room later."
"Okay." Ayla nodded in agreement.
There was no way she would give up that easily.
Knowing that Yareli was rooting for her only served to embolden her.
Even if she encountered all sorts of difficulties during the drafting process, as long as she didn't give
up, she would push through no matter how difficult it could get.
When Brian found out that Yareli and Ayla were in te meeting room, he walked in, and said, "Ms.Evans,
why didn't you come to my office?"
"I'm having a chat with Lala.Mr.Clark, come, take a look.What do you think about these designs? I told
Lala to try designing the shoes, too," said Yareli.
Brian took the drawings, carefully looking through them one by one.
Indeed, Ayla’s designs were becoming more and more incredible.
He believed that Yareli made the right call.
"I agree.These are perfect.Ms.Evans, I believe we're going to have a successful cooperation this time."
For some reason, he felt something strange.Yareli seemed to think too highly of Ayla, and it made him
feel uneasy.
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