The planner hurriedly spoke as Sheryl threw out question after question, beads of sweat falling from his face. "I'm terribly sorry for what happened, but the facilities we have are all that were stated in the contract, Ms. Xia. We dedicated our best workers for this. Before we started anything, we did a thorough check-up first and everything was fine. I can guarantee you that this is top quality!"
"Then someone else must have loosened the screw, right?" Sheryl said sternly, staring the planner down.
The planner was panicking inside. He had worked with Sheryl beforehand and he knew that the calmer Sheryl sounded and looked, the angrier she was on the inside.
But he did everything that he was supposed to do. This was just a mistake. How could such an accident happen under his supervision?
He didn't know how to get out of this. He regretted offering to supervise this project in the first place, but there was no use crying over spilled milk. He bowed to Sheryl and remained silent.
Sheryl turned away from him, glanced at the spot and instructed, "Evacuate the crowd. Tell the security to secure the area. Did you call the police? Okay, we'll wait for the police. Someone should visit the injured models. Okay, I can do that myself. I need to give them gifts. Three. Prepare them now, please."
Phoebe was at a loss, but she calmed down when she saw how Cheryl took control. She did as Sheryl asked.
Sheryl was only able to look at her phone when she finally got inside her car. She saw that she had a ton of missed calls from the kindergarten.
She'd forgotten to pick up the twins.
Their teacher called her several times, but she didn't hear the ringing due to the noise in the site.
She called the twins' teacher back right away.
"Hello, Mrs. Lu," the teacher greeted.
"Hey, I'm sorry I didn't hear your calls. Are they still with you now?"
Sheryl asked hurriedly as she started the car engine, preparing to go and pick them up.
"No, Shirley and Clark have left already, and Mr. Lu picked them up himself. Don't worry," the teacher said nicely.
"Oh, alright. Thank you!" Sheryl said.
"You're welcome, Mrs. Lu," the teacher said.
"Thank you again for your time," Sheryl repeated.
"Please remember to pick them up next time," the teacher reminded her kindly and hung up.
Sheryl let out a sigh of relief and checked her phone again. But Charles didn't call her. It was weird. Normally, he would've called her to let her know that he'd picked up the kids.
If he called her, she wouldn't have called the twins' teacher and bothered her. Sheryl blamed Charles for that.
She then dialed Charles' number and waited to get through. Sheryl had already shoved all that happened the previous night to the back of her mind. It didn't matter to her that she turned down Charles' invitation to lunch today because she wanted an update on the twins. That was all that mattered to her now. She hoped that they weren't mad at her, because she promised them that she would go and pick them up this afternoon.
It took a while for Charles to answer her call.
"Hello?" he said drowsily.
"Are the kids alright?" Sheryl asked right away.
"Yes, never been better. Is there a problem?" Charles' voice was a little blunt.
Sheryl was confused but she ignored it. She still worried about the kids so she asked, "Can you put Clark on the phone? I want to apologize to him and Shirley."
"Don't bother. They're doing their homework in their room. I'm hanging up. Bye," Charles said impatiently. He hung up before Sheryl could say anything.
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