Natalie blinked. “For real?”
Shane nodded. “I’m going to the hospital, and your studio happens to be on the way.”
“Oh, I see.” She nodded in acknowledgement.
So that’s the reason Silas is here—to drive the car. I guess Mr. Shane is going to the hospital to visit Jacqueline.
At that thought, Natalie’s eyes dimmed, but she did not reject his offer. Without delay, she got into the car.
Shane got in after her and closed the door.
The car slowly merged into the traffic after a while.
During the journey, Natalie received a call from Joyce. Her face fell after the latter told her something.
Shane noticed the changes in her expression out of the corner of his eye and frowned.
“What happened?” He put his elbow down from the car window.
After hanging up the call, Natalie pursed her lips. “There is a problem with the fabrics in our studio. The new designs for the fall collection are ready, and the only process left is the production. But our textile mill partner suddenly informed us that they couldn’t supply the fabrics to us.”
“Why is that?” Shane stared at her with a puzzled look.
She rubbed her eyebrows. “They told us that some of their machines broke down, so they couldn’t produce the promised fabrics.”
“This is impossible. It’s improbable for machines to break down simultaneously,” Shane commented in suspicion.
She nodded. “That’s what I thought too. The textile mill was definitely lying. They either didn’t want to give us the fabrics or allocated ours to another company or studio with higher order volume.”
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