Marrying the Ugly Heir for Truth and Wealth novel Chapter 358

Christina’s phone was face–up on the table, and the screensaver was a photo of her, Lucas, and Camila standing beneath a Ferris wheel.

All three of their adorable faces were beaming with joy.

Nathaniel picked up her phone and opened the call log before snapping a photo. He then sent it to Sebastian along with a text that read: Invite them to participate in Christina’s fashion show, whatever the cost.

Sebastian texted back: Understood, Mr. Hadley.

Nathaniel then placed the phone down. Even if he tried, he could not get angry seeing her sleeping face.

He walked up to the bed and draped a blanket over Christina, doing it very gently for fear that he would wake her up.

Christina was not in deep slumber, so she opened her eyes as soon as she felt her body warming up slightly, just in time to see the bodyguard covering her with a blanket.

The distance between them was so small that she seemed to be able to see the pair of deep eyes behind the sunglasses.

Christina was slightly taken aback, her surprise evident on her visage. I thought Mr. Bodyguard was angry because of our quarrel just now. Why would he still drape a blanket over me?

Her gaze made Nathaniel feel somewhat nervous and even more worried that she would recognize him.

Thus, he quickly straightened his back and explained. Mr. Hadley instructed me to take good care of you.”

“You’re truly dedicated to your job,” Christina remarked, chuckling lightly.

Nathaniel merely hummed before walking over to the couch to take a seat.

They basically maintained this distance when Christina was not moving about.

She continued working until Nathaniel promptly reminded her to go to bed at midnight.

After the previous night’s embarrassment, Christina did not bother arguing with him, simply rising from her seat and returning to her room after saving the data

She was still worrying about the fashion show as she lay in bed. The guests aren’t confirmed yet. Is there no choice but to call it off….

Just then, her phone rang.

Who is calling me at this hour?

Christina picked up her phone to find that the incoming call was from the supermodel who had rejected her earlier that morning.

Is rejecting me once not enough? Must she do it again?

When Christina answered it, she found that the caller had a completely different attitude than earlier in the day.

“Christina, regarding your invitation this morning, I checked my schedule, and I happen to be free, so I can attend your opening show,” the supermodel stated cheerfully.

For a brief moment, Christina thought that her ears had deceived her. “Are you absolutely sure?” she

asked.

“Of course. Please have your assistant send me an invitation and a contract.”

“Will do. I’ll send them over momentarily.” Christina clutched her phone tightly. “Would you be able to attend the rehearsal and fitting tomorrow?” she inquired.

“No problem. What time?”

“Nine o’clock,” Christina replied.

“See you tomorrow, then.”

Christina sprang out of bed in excitement as soon as she got off the phone.

She felt as if she had been hit by a ray of light while trapped in a bleak abyss. The kind of emotion she was experiencing was truly indescribable.

Desperately needing to share her feelings with someone at that very moment, Christina opened the door and ran to the bodyguard. “The model who rejected me this morning has agreed to attend our fashion show.”

After hearing that, Nathaniel chuckled lightly. Sebastian is pretty efficient.

“Is that so? That’s great.” His calm demeanor was a stark contrast to her excitement.

Suddenly, her phone rang numerous times in a row.

Everyone who had turned her down earlier that morning changed their minds and agreed to attend her fashion show.

Having them on board would surely help the studio regain its reputation.

If I don’t end the call now, Mr. Bodyguard will probably come over and take my phone away.

She intended to move all the clothes and tools to the backstage of the venue. Now’s the time for Mr. Bodyguard to reach his full potential. It would be a waste not to have such a big guy help me move things.

Tomorrow night is the opening of the show. This is the first battle for the revival of the studio. I can’t afford to make any mistakes and must complete it well.