The Unfaithful Mr. Scott novel (Eugene and Melanie)

Chapter 292

“So what happened to your hand?” Xander put down the file and glanced at Melanie’s wrist.

Melanie had twisted her wrist in the morning, and now it was red and swollen. It looked even worse after her tussle with Dylan and all that driving. It actually looked a little scary.

Melanie did not care much about it, though. “I accidentally sprained it, that’s all. I should be fine after applying some medicine to it.”

She had been in pain for so long that she was numb to it now. She just could not exert much strength with it.

Xander was about to say something else, but the others had already arrived.

The other studio was called Dreamcatchers. It was a well–established studio with more than ten years of history in Jepton. The department head was Ms. Sonders, a middle–aged woman in her forties,

On the other hand, Quentin and Lisa were representing one of Dreamcatchers‘ partners. They had specially come to support Dreamcatchers.

The department head wisely chose not to say anything. Instead, she let Xander and Coral do the talking first.

However, both sides were hiding some of their cards, so the conversation went nowhere.

We have to do our very best. After all, Jepton’s reputation is at

up Zander and said, “Although Dreamcatchers is an established brand here in Jepton, we all know

tapping his finger on the document Melanie had brought over. “We’ve already completed the proposal, and

we think we

the secondary organizer?” Xander went along with her. He looked at Coral with some amusement. “If that’s

Their studio had suddenly made a move this time because they wanted to make their studio famous

win–win situation,” Quentin, who

in his thirties and wore glasses, the type who always wanted to

at Melanie. “You’re young and talented, but everyone knows that the home–ground advantage is

can’t

not change. He tapped

you up

Melanie pulled two data sheets from the pile she had printed

of people at Xander’s exhibition, as well as the number

contrast between the two was

“Mr. Emerson, you really know how to play with your words. You said that you could