The Woman From Hell



The next day was another sunny day. Similarly, I was in a pretty good mood.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

After arriving at the company, I started looking for the magazine that I had read yesterday. "Strange, where did it go?"

Just as I was looking for it, Shannon arrived. "Wanda, what are you looking for?"

I glanced up at her. "You're here. Have you seen the magazine I read yesterday? Why is it gone?"

Shannon looked left and right, then picked up a book from her seat and handed it to me. "You mean this? I took it over after you were done with it. What's wrong?"

"Yes, this is the one. Theo reminded me last night that our self-owned brand needs a spokesperson."

"Oh yeah, I actually forgot about it. Are you going to pick someone from this magazine?" Shannon asked tentatively, her gaze probing.

I looked at her and nodded. "That's right. A small brand like ours must be driven by someone well-known. How will our sales increase otherwise?"

Shannon pulled back the chair opposite me. She stared at me with her big eyes and said with disbelief, "Lady, this is 'My Darling' we're talking about. It's the craziest-selling magazine in the past two years. So many models don't hesitate to push several announcements just to occupy one page. Do you know what this means?"

I flipped through the magazine, ignoring her.

Seeing that I had ignored her, Shannon snapped the magazine I was flipping through shut with one hand. "It means that the models in this magazine are all famous worldwide. It's impossible they would talk to a small company like ours."

"How would we know if we don't try?"

"You don't have a fever, do you?" Shannon stretched out her hand to feel the temperature of my forehead.

I swatted her hand away and met her hopeless gaze. "Shannon, regardless if they'll agree to us or not, we have at least a 50% success rate if we fight for it. We won't even have the slightest chance if we don't."

Shannon blinked her eyes as if she was convinced. She looked up at me, her gaze firm. She sighed. "Okay, okay, let's fight for it, then. Do you have someone in mind?"

"Yes, I saw someone yesterday."

I flipped the magazine and found the page I was reading yesterday. I turned the magazine over and tapped on it a few times. "Her."

"Harriet Osborn. She's the most

promising model to win the title of number one supermodel this year I... don't think she'll consider us.

was void. She did not feel hopeful at all.

Shannon smiled, but her ext

I bit my lower lip and muttered to myself, "It's really difficult, but her style matches our products. She's the best candidate and is

well-known abroad. Her popularity far exceeds her domestic popularity. I believe we'll have a significant leap in sales if she becomes our spokesperson."

Shannon shrugged and smirked. "That's for sure, but these models all choose high-end brands from big companies. We're a small company. We'll be rejected by her manager directly without even seeing her face."

"That's true."

For this reason, I even did some research and learned that Harriet's success today was due to her new manager-Lola.

"Lola has only been her manager for

a few months and already she's elevated her up to the altar. That's why Harriet is so obedient to her manager. It'd be faster if we

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approach her manager." Although Shannon did not believe that our company would be able to invite Harriet, she still thought hard to find a solution.

"Yes, we can think about it."