Take Control of Yourself, Please novel (Anna and Liam)

Chapter 760 Can You Make Me Feel More Nauseous?

Amelia looked very cold, and it could be seen that she was dissatisfied with Anna.

Anna did not know when she had offended her. But three years ago, Amelia did not like her. It was normal that Amelia wasn't enthusiastic to her when they met again.

However, Amelia was now her client, and it was necessary to treat her with the same enthusiasm and patience with which she treated her clients.

After all, she was a businessperson and she had to make money.

"There are many styles of magnificence and nobility," Anna said with a smile.

"As long as you think it suits me."

Amelia leaned against her chair and raised her chin slightly, "I don't have any other demands, but you must finish it quickly. I don't have the patience to waste my time here with you."

There was still a trace of disdain in her eyes.

Anna glanced at Amelia, still smiling, "Our company always gets its work done in good time. As long as Miss Dawson is willing enough to cooperate with us, it

is not a waste of time."

Amelia snorted, and the disdain and impatience in her eyes became more obvious.

Someone agreed with her that if she came to Anna for designing jewelry, she would be able to get the position of vice general manager of the marketing department. Otherwise, she wouldn't have come to Anna.

She never liked Anna and even envied her.

They were both women, but Anna had the qualification to inherit the family business. She had always been a stranger in the eyes of her Grandma.

After several years of possessing a sinecure abroad, now that she had finally returned home. She might also become a vice general manager of the marketing department. Finally, she had a chance to show her abilities, and she could finally knock her Grandma's socks off. She felt like she finally had hope in her life.

"This is the deposit! If there is any other requirement, I will call you." Amelia said briefly, dropped off the money, and left.

Anna looked up at the woman in front of her quietly, smiled, and said, "OK. I will finish the first draft as soon as possible and show it to you."

"Thank you," Amelia said indifferently, turned around, and walked out.

Anna hurriedly got up to see Amelia out. After all,

Amelia was now a client of the company. It was necessary to treat her well.

"Miss Dawson, it's a pleasure to work with you." Anna smiled and said goodbye.

However, Amelia ignored her and left.

The smile on Anna's face stiffened for a moment. She felt somewhat strange.

Was Amelia really willing to ask her to design jewelry?

Could it be a conspiracy for her to leave after paying the deposit so readily? Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Anna felt a little strange. But she knew that Amelia was a straightforward person. She said what she wanted simply and directly, and she was always lukewarm and vaguely hostile to Anna.

'Perhaps I really thought too much.' Anna thought.

The first draft of the jewelry designed for Amelia was soon produced.

Because Amelia didn't have many demands, the first draft would naturally come out very quickly.

However, this design was not designed by Anna, but designed by Tiffany.

With the first draft, Anna met Amelia in the meeting room.

They were just getting ready to talk about the first draft when Amelia received a phone call, and she quickly got up and went out of the meeting room to

answer it.

It took Amelia a long time to answer the phone. Anna was worried that something was wrong, so she went out to ask Amelia if there was something wrong.

She happened to hear Amelia talking on the phone.

"Since I promised to help you, you should trust me implicitly. Why do you suspect me now?" Amelia said coldly and a hint of hatred flashed through her eyes with exquisite eyeliner.

Anna stood at the door without bothering Amelia.

At this time, Amelia continued to say angrily, "Bryan, you agreed to trade an important position in Dawson Group for my cooperation with Anna. Now I've done it! Why do you change your mind?"

"We're almost done with the final draft. So, is this gift for me or Anna?"

Her voice trailed off afterward.

Anna clenched her fist secretly and turned back to the meeting room.

She suddenly wanted to stand on the roof of the towering building and take a breath of fresh air.

Was it possible that all the orders that her company received were the results of someone else's manipulation?

Had her hard-designed work become a reason for others to get close to her?

What did Bryan want to do when he asked Amelia to come to her for designing jewelry?

While he suppressed the Dawson Group, he tried his best to cooperate with them. He was contradictory!

Anna clenched her hands, and her fingernails almost sank into the palms.

A cold and frightening chill flashed in her eyes.

When Amelia came back, she looked calm. She just stared at the draft and didn't find that Anna looked wrong.

"I think it looks OK." Amelia said, pointing to the design with a slender finger.

"Miss Dawson, if you're satisfied, then we will design the sample according to the current draft."

Anna’s mouth tightened into a thin line, and she looked a little serious.

Amelia didn't like the design itself and responded vaguely to show that she agreed.

"Well, that's it! I want you to finish the work and give i t to me as soon as possible." Amelia picked up her bag and left.

Anna was almost slumped in the office chair, tapping her fingers on the table.

Although she would like to turn down the order, there seemed to be no need to refuse the chance to make

money.

Bryan had done so many things in private that harmed the interests of Lincoln Group and made Lincoln Group suffer heavy losses.

Now Bryan was willing to pay for the design. She just considered it as his compensation for the losses of Lincoln Group.

However...

Anna rubbed her vaguely sore eyebrow.

Did she still have to correspond with Bryan?

Didn't this man think his current behavior was disgusting?

Near the end of the day, Bryan came to Anna's company with a fruitcake happily.

He wanted to surprise Anna. Imagining that she might like it, he was in a very happy mood.

He made a phone call to Anna downstairs. He didn't give Anna a chance to speak and said in a loud and exciting voice over the phone.

"Anna, I saw a picture of a fruitcake on your Facebook wall, and I thought you may want to eat a cake. So, I ordered a cake just like it, and brought it to you."

"Bryan, aren't you tired of playing like this?"

Anna's voice was as cold as a stranger's.

Bryan felt a great pain in his heart, but he still smiled and said, "What did I play? If you're referring to our previous cooperation, then I have nothing to say. Because the competition in the business itself is up to our respective ability."

"What else?" Anna took a deep breath and stared out the window at the not-so-clear sky. Her eyes were filled with boredom.

"Anna, if you have something to say, please say it."

"Can you make me feel more nauseous?"

Looking at the screen, Bryan felt a sharp pain in his back.