NovelEnglish“Let's talk about the details then,” Brittany said.
Zinnia's admiration for Brittany bordered on reverence. She wasn't after material gains; all she wanted was a chance to join the design team and unleash her creative potential. Brittany, of course, was not about to refuse her. A talented designer needed ample room for imagination.
In addition to Zinnia, Brittany also invited other designers to join YULI.
With fresh faces at YULI, the design department buzzed with new energy, like throwing a catfish into a school of sardines.
At the helm, Brittany launched the new line at the end of the month.
The excitement around YULI's latest offerings was palpable, and within a week, sales soared past half a billion! Though not as explosively popular as Bri-jeweled Studio, for a brand that had been dormant for years, this was a significant achievement.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRiding the wave of success, Brittany enlisted several well-known designers to collaborate wholeheartedly on the new collection. In just six months, YULI had turned its fortunes around, even surpassing the one billion mark in sales for the new quarter! When Brittany first took over YULI, many were skeptical and waited for her to fail. Yet, in just half a year, YULI went from an underdog to a near top-tier brand.
Yuri was so impressed that he spared no expense to throw a grand celebration for Brittany.
Everyone knew Yuri was paving the way for Brittany's future.
Despite the grandeur of the celebration, Brittany disliked such occasions. She spoke briefly before slipping away from the event. "Mr. Lynette, shouldn't the young lady consider marriage now?" Brittany was a hot commodity, and many were eyeing her, hoping to climb the social ladder by marrying into the Lynette family. Yuri firmly avoided discussing Brittany's marriage prospects.
Firstly, Brittany was busy with her career. Secondly, after six months of therapy with Dr. Peter, she had completely forgotten Isaac. "If she finds someone she loves, I won't stand in her way," Yuri had said, knowing all too well the pain of a forced separation. He preferred subtlety over direct interference.
After working until three in the morning and enduring a seven-hour marathon meeting, Brittany was exhausted. Yet, she still had to attend the celebration that evening.
Returning to her room, she fell into bed and instantly drifted off to sleep.
The dreams she had six months ag vere now a distant memory, and she felt as if something vital was nissing from her heart, though she couldn't pinpoint what it was.
Her sleep was shallow, her mind never fully at ease even in utter exhaustion.
A rustling noise from the balcony jolted her awake.
Brittany opened her eyes just as hands clamped over her mouth.
With the sound of a "click", the room plunged into darkness, and the intruder's eyes glinted menacingly. "Don't move..." A metallic scent filled the air.
Brittany realized instantly that this man was no friend. Otherwise, he wouldn't be covered in blood.
Her muffled attempts to struggle were let go and twith a stern whisper, et but you can't make a sound, no one must know Content belongs to sw Under the moonlight, the man's handsface was smeared with blood, making him look eerie and dangerous.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmUnderstanding the gravity of the situation, Brittany nodded vigorously.
The man released her and collapsed onto the bed, accidentally woung b Brittaned and then passed Brittany's hand against his wound. He out. Brittany got out of bed and turned on the light.
The man lying there was drenched in blood, his arm deeply gashed. The thick smell of blood made Brittany queasy. "Are you alright?" she ventured.
She received no response.
Cautiously, she approached and saw his faint breathing and closed eyes, his chest a mess of blood.
How had he even managed to get here in such a state? After a moment's thought, Brittany called her assistant. “Get a doctor here, quick. Keep it under wraps." The assistant acted swiftly, assuming Brittany was the one injured.
When the doctor entered the room, Brittany made sure her assistant kept everything confidential before closing the door.
The doctor approached the bed, pulled a scalpel from his medical kit, and cut open the man's shirt to tend to his wounds.
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