This year's fashion show had only a limited number of slots available for domestic companies.
Thanks to some powerful backing, Eric's company managed to secure one.
Now, the entire company was scrambling to prepare for the event.
Dyson's gloomy expression cracked into a smirk as he answered the phone.
"Send me the photos," he said smoothly.
"I'll know exactly how they were designed at a glance.
Then I'll have the whole team work overtime to replicate these drafts."
Originally, he had planned to design a couple of pieces himself—after all, his talent wasn't inferior to Marson Group's top designers.
But now that he had their design drafts, there was no need to start from scratch.
All he had to do was tweak them with his own inspiration, and voilà—perfect designs.
After hanging up, he immediately dialed Eric, who was in the middle of entertaining a client over dinner.
The news had Eric grinning from ear to ear.
