"I will assign some of you to help, but if you don't want to, I won't force you."
Olivia was nervous when hearing the first half of Preston's words, but when she heard the latter half, she relaxed.
Mr. Smith knew that she would not go there, nor would he force her to.
With his words, she was relieved.
The meeting ended in half an hour. Olivia returned to her seat.
Not long after she sat down, Preston sent her an email.
Olivia checked it.
"Don't worry, I won't ask you to go there."
Olivia smiled and replied to him with 'Thank you.'
Preston saw her email, but he didn't smile, nor did he feel relaxed.
The subsidiary company in Milan was already under construction, and it would soon be completed, and before that, the head office would send senior designers over with green hands.
The plan was made long ago, and it was reasonable. He didn't think much about it.
But now, it was close to Everett and Melody's wedding. But Everett was still in Milan, not in Sicily.
He finally realized that Everett didn't mean to enter the fashion world with this subsidiary, but he set up this new subsidiary for Olivia.
He set it up for her.
Everett wanted Olivia to go to Milan.
And he wouldn't let Olivia go there, but could he stop Everett?
Could he?
In Sicily.
Melody stood in the hotel room, staring at the model standing in front of her, lost in thought.
The model was wearing a white strapless wedding dress, with a boat neck and an inverted V design, which highlighted the woman's collarbone and slender neck.
The cinched dress was in a perfect curve from the underarm to the ankle.
The lower part of the dress made of pure silk white yarn, with an expensive European crystal flannel as its lining, elegant and noble.
The dress was trailing along the floor with lace-made flowers on it.
This wedding dress was very beautiful.
It was romantic, noble, mysterious, dreamy, and Melody was satisfied with it in any respect.
She was very satisfied with the wedding dress that she had designed.
However, she was satisfied with the wedding dress, but not the reality.
Everett hadn't come yet.
Three days later, they would have a wedding.
Three days.
How time flew!
'Everett, aren't you going to come?
'Or do you want me to trick you to come here?' Melody thought.
Leona was sitting on the hotel sofa and making a phone call, but no one answered, and her face was getting gloomier.
She was calling Everett.
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