Half a month later.
The Marson Group was bustling with activity, and everyone was swamped with work.
Beauty shuttled tirelessly between the design and production departments, barely catching her breath before rushing back to her office after hanging up a call.
"Beauty, you'll accompany me on a business trip to Finland this afternoon.
We need to check the progress of our clothing production and discuss any design modifications with their team if necessary."
Jennifer walked in, holding a file in her hand, her tone brisk and professional.
Beauty set down her work, glanced at her phone, and nodded calmly.
"I'll book the tickets right away.
We should leave in about an hour—the sooner, the better."
"Good.
Go home and pack your things.
I'll see you at the company later."
Jennifer was equally overwhelmed and hurried off before Beauty could respond, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Twenty minutes later, the car pulled into the driveway of the villa.
