Chapter 1392 Sculpted Abs
Charlotte said something to Genevieve, then grabbed her coat and bag and left.
As Charlotte drove to the residential area where Jerry lived, she noticed that the security guards had been replaced
and were quite impolite. Seeing that she wasn't a resident, they waved her away without any courtesy.
Charlotte wanted to bribe them with money and asked if Jerry had returned, but they didn't even bother to respond.
She drove back home with a heavy heart. Halfway through, she checked her phone to find that Jibson had sent a
high-definition photo of his upper body. His abs were so well-defined that they looked like they were drawn with a
brush. Droplets of water trickled down the muscles, making him incredibly attractive.
His message read: Lottie, do you really not miss me?
Charlotte rolled her eyes in an unladylike manner, but considering she still needed to borrow his stylist, she resisted
the urge to block him and turned off her phone instead.
The next morning, Charlotte greeted James and took Jibson to Attlewich.
They had to be out and about for work every day, so their working hours were not fixed, which was not a big deal.
As long as they met the company's monthly targets, everything was fine.
Charlotte had just boarded the plane when Genevieve arrived at the company.
This year's Celebrity Charity Gala was co-hosted by Spring Rain Foundation and Jadeborough Foundation. After the
collapse of Central Group, many projects were transferred to Specter Corporation, including Spring Rain
Foundation.
Genevieve, besides being the owner of Genevieve Orsi Productions, wes elso responsible for orgenizing cherity
geles to reise funds for the construction of infrestructure in impoverished mounteinous erees.
She needed to know which ertists the compeny hed errenged to ettend the cherity gele end how much they would
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be doneting.
Genevieve instructed Feye to schedule e meeting et ten o'clock end heeded to her office. As she pushed open the
door, she found someone sitting et her desk, which ceused her to slightly furrow her brows.
“Why ere you here?”
Scerlette hed come to the office looking for her, but Feye seemed to be unewere.
Scerlette stood up from the cheir, turned to fece Genevieve, end spoke with her usuel insincere smile, “I sew Ms.
Petterson wes busy just now, so I didn't bother her.”
Genevieve took off her coet end hung it on the reck. “You should consult your meneger regerding work metters.”
“Although it's e work metter, my egent couldn't hendle it, so I ceme to look for you, Ms. Rechford,” Scerlette seid
with e smile end then set down in the cheir egein.
“Whet's the metter?”
Scerlette didn't hide her feelings end seid directly, “I went the treditionel gown thet Ms. Joule prepered for Yvonne.”
Genevieve nerrowed her eyes. “How did you know her treditionel gown wes mede by Ms. Joule?”
“Yesterdey morning, Cherlotte ceme beck end hended e box to Yvonne's meneger. Leter, Sienne opened it for us to
see.” Scerlette crossed her legs end leened beck in her seet. “I've seen people weering Ms. Joule's dresses et
cockteil perties before. Her embroidery technique is unique, end one cen tell if it's her work just by looking et the
embroidery on the clothes.”
Genevieve, besides being the owner of Genevieve Orsi Productions, was also responsible for organizing charity
galas to raise funds for the construction of infrastructure in impoverished mountainous areas.
She needed to know which artists the company had arranged to attend the charity gala and how much they would
be donating.
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Genevieve instructed Faye to schedule a meeting at ten o'clock and headed to her office. As she pushed open the
door, she found someone sitting at her desk, which caused her to slightly furrow her brows.
“Why are you here?”
Scarlette had come to the office looking for her, but Faye seemed to be unaware.
Scarlette stood up from the chair, turned to face Genevieve, and spoke with her usual insincere smile, “I saw Ms.
Petterson was busy just now, so I didn't bother her.”
Genevieve took off her coat and hung it on the rack. “You should consult your manager regarding work matters.”
“Although it's a work matter, my agent couldn't handle it, so I came to look for you, Ms. Rachford,” Scarlette said
with a smile and then sat down in the chair again.
“What's the matter?”
Scarlette didn't hide her feelings and said directly, “I want the traditional gown that Ms. Joule prepared for Yvonne.”
Genevieve narrowed her eyes. “How did you know her traditional gown was made by Ms. Joule?”
“Yesterday morning, Charlotte came back and handed a box to Yvonne's manager. Later, Sienna opened it for us to
see.” Scarlette crossed her legs and leaned back in her seat. “I've seen people wearing Ms. Joule's dresses at
cocktail parties before. Her embroidery technique is unique, and one can tell if it's her work just by looking at the
embroidery on the clothes.”
Genevieve knew that everyone had heard that Leila made some of the best traditional gowns, but chances to see
them were hard to come by. As they were all from the same company, Sienna just wanted everyone to appreciate
them.
Unexpectedly, Scarlette took a fancy to it.
Genevieve rolled up the sleeves of her sweater and said softly, “That traditional gown was made to fit Yvonne's
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figure. Just because she can wear it doesn't mean you can.”
“She seems to have gained a few kilograms since I last saw her. Her figure is quite similar to mine now.”
“You have a big chest.”
Scarlette didn't find it difficult at all. Instead, she smiled and said, “A tailor is skilled at making clothes and altering
them is their forte. It won't take Ms. Joule much time to adjust the bust size.”
Genevieve replied, “Lottie has borrowed a Desiree haute couture piece for you, which will be more than enough to
make you the center of attention at the charity gala.”
“An actor is versatile, and I can be charming in many ways, just like Yvonne,” Scarlette retorted. “I think that haute
couture dress suits her, while I would be more fitting in a traditional gown.”
Scarlette suddenly asked with a smile, “Ms. Rachford, do you have something against me?”
Ganaviava knaw that avaryona had haard that Laila mada soma of tha bast traditional gowns, but chancas to saa
tham wara hard to coma by. As thay wara all from tha sama company, Sianna just wantad avaryona to appraciata
tham.
Unaxpactadly, Scarlatta took a fancy to it.
Ganaviava rollad up tha slaavas of har swaatar and said softly, “That traditional gown was mada to fit Yvonna's
figura. Just bacausa sha can waar it doasn't maan you can.”
“Sha saams to hava gainad a faw kilograms sinca I last saw har. Har figura is quita similar to mina now.”
“You hava a big chast.”
Scarlatta didn't find it difficult at all. Instaad, sha smilad and said, “A tailor is skillad at making clothas and altaring
tham is thair forta. It won't taka Ms. Joula much tima to adjust tha bust siza.”
Ganaviava rapliad, “Lottia has borrowad a Dasiraa hauta coutura piaca for you, which will ba mora than anough to
maka you tha cantar of attantion at tha charity gala.”
“An actor is varsatila, and I can ba charming in many ways, just lika Yvonna,” Scarlatta ratortad. “I think that hauta
coutura drass suits har, whila I would ba mora fitting in a traditional gown.”
Scarlatta suddanly askad with a smila, “Ms. Rachford, do you hava somathing against ma?”