Chapter 233
Oscar knew that begging wouldn’t do any good, so he just leaned against the corner, muttering, “Okay.”
After Kenneth and Louisa left, two interrogators walked in. Seeing Oscar all battered and bloody, they couldn’t help but ask the people around, “What the heck happened here?”
Did Kenneth and Louisa do this?
“I tripped and fell by myself Oscar hurriedly explained, “It has nothing to do with anybody else.”
Even though his face looked like it had been pounded, everyone knew that with the status of the Collins family, if they wanted someone to disappear, it could be done in the blink of an eye.
“Who asked you to be so blind?”
One of them didn’t know if he was scolding Oscar for offending the Collins family with his lack of foresight or for tripping over his own feet.
Oscar didn’t dare to clarify, only knowing that he had offended Arabella and the Collins family; his life was basically over!
Man, why did that girl have to be the daughter of the Collins family?
No wonder she had such a strong aura!
That afternoon.
Arabella walked into the production workshop and said, “Everyone, stop what you’re doing and listen up.”
The workers on the five production lines immediately stopped and silently watched her.
Even though Arabella was only eighteen, her authority was awe–inspiring, and everyone instinctively obeyed her.
Looking at her, people couldn’t help but sigh. Their own children were still in high school, memorizing English words at eighteen, while Arabella was already managing a company at the same age.
Life sure was unfair.
“Tomorrow is the day our company ships out. As you all know, because Oscar sold the designs to SY Fashion, we can’t sell the stock in our warehouse. I need everyone’s cooperation from here on.”
After Arabella laid out her plan, everyone agreed, thinking that this young girl was incredible!
Dean couldn’t believe that Ms. Bennett had managed to convince everyone so quickly. He admired her. This girl was like the backbone of the company, and as long as she was there, people felt safe.
After making her rounds in the production workshop, Arabella went to the design department.
Molly was slumped over her computer, looking listless.
“What’s up?” Arabella came over and asked softly.
Molly straightened up suddenly and said, “Ms. Bennett, you’re here? I’m fine. It’s just.”
Arabella’s gaze fell on her computer screen, which displayed the electronic registration form for a national design competition. The deadline for registration was 5 p.m., and it was already 4:50 p.m.
“Not joining?” Arabella asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Ms. Bennett, you don’t know. This competition requires having an assistant.”
Although Molly wanted to prove herself through this competition under Arabella’s encouragement, she lacked confidence and didn’t have an assistant. How could an unknown designer like her afford one?
She could barely make ends meet as it was!
“Has no one from the design department signed up?” Arabella looked around at the others.
The designers quickly lowered their heads. They didn’t dare to join such a big national competition, fearing that they would not perform well.
