After a week of intensive training, Beauty finally acquired a hint of a professional model's catwalk demeanor.
Head held high and chest pushed out, she exuded confidence and grace, looking no different from a supermodel.
The only thing that upset her was Laura was always picking fights with her, either by hogging the camera or intentionally walking slowly, only leaving her a little bit of time.
But the company's executives, knowing the privileged background of Laura, adopt a policy of turning a blind eye to these trivial matters.
Occasionally, Miss. Sarah would drop by to survey their progress, always with a look of approval on her face, especially when she looked at Beauty, her eyes brimming with light. ...
The launch of the new products had finally begun.
The guests present were all either wealthy or nobles, and the invited media and journalists were all top-tier teams domestically.
"Beauty, Laura, don't be too nervous, treat it as usual.
