Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 29

After the weekend, on Wednesday, Stanley, the insignificant celebrity who used to be my client, contacted me all of a sudden, which was a surprise to me. After all, the decoration of her wedding room was about to come to an end.

She said that she came up with a new idea regarding the design of her backyard.

Previously, according to her request, the backyard, which was not spacious, was built into a Japanese-styled courtyard. Now it was almost finished. And she had a new idea.

I was going to have a headache.

In line with the principle that clients are God, I patiently advised her, "Miss Lance, it's like this. You approved the previous development plan. And the construction of the backyard is almost completed. If we change it now, the previous budget will..."

"What? Are you afraid that I can't afford it?"

Before I could finish my words, Stanley shouted at me over the phone.

She acted as if she feared that I would think that she was poor.

When I heard that she was willing to pay, which would make the issue less tricky, I quickly said, "Well, then I'll make an appointment with you. Let's meet and talk it out."

Stanley was indeed not someone approachable.

She said that she had been filming in an ancient courtyard near the outskirts of City Y recently. Thinking that the garden inside was good, she wanted to change her backyard into one like that.

When I heard her words, I felt a headache. There was some distance between the mountain and downtown. It would take one or two hours to get there by bus alone.

Even so, the customers mattered the most.

So I had to agree.

The meeting between her and me was scheduled for 12 p.m. the next day. Because she happened to be free at that time.

Early in the morning, I went to the mountain by car. Finally, I arrived at the place where we had agreed to meet at 12 p.m.

Stanley's assistant found me and said that because the previous shootings were filmed late and her show was changed into being filmed at noon, asking me to wait for a moment.

Because of the shooting, I couldn't go into the yard. So I could only wander outside.

The scenery on the mountain was very good. So was the air.

I sat on a stone in a daze, feeling relaxed.

In less than half an hour, Stanley's assistant came to me again and said that they needed a long wilted branch for shooting, asking me to get one on the mountain and give it to them later.

Stanley indeed wasn't polite to me.