Chapter 357 I Owe Him

The man had a head of dazzling strawcolored hair and emitted a fearsome aura.

Nathaniel removed his shades to regard the contractor with an icy glare as if to warn the latter that he would not hold back against another word of disrespect against Christina.

The contractor was not afraid of the tiny woman, but he was concerned about breaching the contract, incurring the blame of his employer, and worst of all, receiving the fist of the man with the strawcolored

hair.

Swallowing his anger, he slipped the contact back into his pocket. I have another three and a half days. I guarantee we will complete the job.”

Christina descended from the stool, satisfied.

She was in no hurry to leave. As a preventive measure to dissuade them from procrastinating, she remained behind to keep a watchful eye.

Let’s get some coffee, Mr. Bodyguard.She turned around to address the hulking figure.

Nathaniel noticed Christina’s smile. For once, she was not complaining about him tailing her, and it cheered him up.

In single file, the pair entered a narrow alley, where time seemed to have slowed down. Christina suddenly felt conspicuous, as if a tail had grown out of her; she was attracting attention wherever she went.

At the windowside café beneath a red and white striped tent, Christina bought two cups of coffee and handed one to the man.

Nathaniel took it. The pair then headed back and settled into the seats at the venue.

A slight breeze tugged at the strands of her hair that were tucked behind her ear. Beneath her fluttering lashes, her eyes twinkled. Her delicate features, outlined against the sun’s overcast glare, made her look like the subject of a dreamy painting.

Christina’s gaze fell on the workers. Watching their gradual progress, she felt a little more at ease.

Then, she went through her list of contacts for some popular models and influencersartists she had once worked with.

She made three phone calls and received three rejections. They either claimed not to have the time or were tentative to commit.

Your studio is embroiled in a scandal. People would think I condone the distribution of counterfeit goods if I attended your event,” said one influencer scathingly before she hung up.

her phone and sighed

already? Looks like nobody will be attending your fashion show. It wouldn’t matter how hard you try,” quipped Nathaniel, who had remained silent

and proud demeanor seemed to exert a force field that kept others at bay. Despite the proximity the pair shared over

strange.

ignored him. Instead, she kept making

turn, ended in

It’s just a design studio. I believe

the word.

then, Christina’s contact picked up. As soon as they heard her voice, however, they hung

curt

perusing her list

than usual today. I prefer

fashion show. To them, doing business with an insincere brand is a

the brand, the slightest taint to its reputation would be met with the same disdain by the celebrities, and even more so for a tiny studio like

hers

the

grip on her wrist

exposed

look like him Do you bodyguards

equally

won’t be leaving a mess for Yosef to clean up. Besides,

caused Nathaniel’s envy, which had just subsided, to rise again. “Are you doing this

studio to what it

bit his

several heads taller than her for Yosef. She puts in so much effort for Yosef. What about him is worth

at the time and stood up from her seat. At once, her wrist was grabbed.

the man’s piercing gaze even through his shades. “Is it your responsibility to leave

“This is my personal business. It’s not your place to

tone, she

stood up suddenly, his hulking frame giving her a sense of oppression. “Do you

he posited the question, Nathaniel felt

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