Tsk tsk tsk, in the end, you still feel sorry for Summer Lowell!
Assistant Collins quietly thought to himself, but remained composed and replied, "Okay, I'll arrange it right away."
After speaking, he turned and went to the balcony to make a call.
Maxim Sinclair leaned back against the sofa, his eyes staring blankly at nothing.
Summer Lowell, oh Summer Lowell, what exactly must I do for you to obediently come back...
Meanwhile, in the contestants' lounge, Summer Lowell reclined and let out a long sigh.
Assistant Fletcher handed her a cup of hot water again, "Director Lowell, are you feeling a bit nervous?"
"If I say I'm not nervous, would you believe me? So many people in the company are watching these two projects I'm holding." Summer Lowell took her coat and put it back on, then walked to the wooden table, picked up the safe, and nodded to the assistant and designer behind her, "Let's go, it's showtime."
