She hugged Nollace and cried out loud, “I was so worried about you! You’re finally back!”
Nollace stood in place and let her hold him expressionlessly. His gaze looked dull, and he was also bewildered by the existence of the Knowles and his parents.
Mrs. Knowles noticed something, let him go slowly, and stroked his cheek with her palm. “Nolly?”
Rick glanced at Tristan. “Uncle, what happened to Nollace?” Tristan put down the teacup. “He has lost his memory.”
Rick was astonished.
Mrs. Knowles shed tears again and held Noilace in her arms tremblingly. “It’s okay. He’s home now. As for his memory, he’ll gradually remember everything.”
Back at Bassburgh, at Soul…
Maisie was going through the resumes of the candidates applying for the jewelry designer position, including their previous creations.
Lucy, who was standing by her side, could see her hesitation. “Ms. Vanderbilt, are you dissatisfied with these designs?”
Maisie propped her chin against the palm of her hand and frowned. “I’m indeed not very satisfied with these samples. It just feels like something is missing from them.”
It was said that someone’s workpiece was the best way for other jewelry designers to get to know them. A workpiece that had been given a certain level of attention would take up a lot of effort, and patience was also a very important element. Maisie had especially added two extra requirements when she put out the vacancy.
Firstly, the candidate had to be bold but meticulous, and they must know how to infuse their personal flavor into their own creations. Secondly, the candidate must be able to handle colored, gothic, and antique jewelry designs.
However, it was obvious the several workpieces that she had gone through had failed to achieve the effect she expected to see.
Lucy picked up those samples and skimmed through them. “But I think they look pretty good.”
Maisie smiled. “They do look good, but what I want to see in these pieces is the soul of their creator.”
Lucy wondered. “Their soul?”
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