CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

An idea suddenly struck Joyce, and she nearly jumped from her seat. “Nat, why don't we convert the studio into a company?”

Natalie glanced at her friend with a raised brow and sighed. “Have you forgotten that we don't have the money? When we first started our studio, the opening capital was twenty million. If we were to convert it into a company, we'd have to double that capital. Where, and how, are we going to find that kind of money?”

“Oh, damn. So you're saying there's no way for us to participate at all?”

Natalie shrugged in response. “That's not necessarily the case. If we can secure enough funding, it'd solve the problem.”

Joyce scoffed as she rolled her eyes. “Hah! Given the current state of our studio, how much funding do you think we can garner?”

“Exactly. So let's stop thinking about it. Let's take our time.”

Joyce sighed and said nothing more.

Of course, we'll take our time. What else can we do?

Just then, the door to the private room suddenly opened, and in walked Mr. Plumlee with an apologetic look. “So sorry for coming late.”

Natalie quickly stood up and welcomed him. “We've only just got here ourselves.

pulled out a chair for Mr.

him. “Mr. Plumlee, these are the designs for the previous bidding. Let me know

of flipping through them. “I had already gone through your scanned copies yesterday. And

comfort in knowing that they had so much trust in her and her designs, and her smile instantly brightened up even more. “I'm

the final payment to

with a wave of her hand. “I

as he scratched his

chuckling as she did. “Nothing to be sorry about, Mr. Plumlee. Anyone would have thought the same too.

course. We will make all the necessary arrangements for the fashion show. And we'll also invite Ms. Smith

nodded. “Alright. I

returning his gaze to Natalie. “By the way, Ms. Smith, I heard your

for a moment upon hearing that. “That's right. But why do you

Mr. Miller said he's interested in investing in you. He'll help with converting your studio into

words as she

“Invest?” Joyce exclaimed.