Chapter 78

I looked at Harris with wide-open eyes. "Are you serious?" "Of course!" Harris nodded seriously. He looked around and then said in a low voice, "Mrs. Anderson is a hard nut as famous as Carroll's grandmother. Sorry for you." I collapsed on the sofa. I stared at the contract, lost in the thoughts.  I knew that Jessica was up to something bad, but her trick still shocked me. However, I didn't want to be a designer at all.  There wasn't a major of embroidery in Costsley University. Who would give up the college life for embroidery? I wouldn't, at least.  What a paranoid Jessica was! "There's something more!" Harris leaned over with a mysterious look on his face. "Mrs. Anderson was the champion in a national boxing match when she was young." "She is over six feet tall and very strong. I heard that all the designers, who had worked with her, would end up with wounds." After a shiver with fear, I huddled up in the corner of the sofa. In my imagination, I flew off the ground because of a punch from a ferocious woman who was about six feet tall and wore boxing gloves.  So scary! "Enough. Don't scare the child." Carroll walked down the stairs. Today, he wore a grey velvet nightrobe. His chest loomed behind the open collar.  He looked like an elegant hooligan with a goblet in his hand. "Mr. Carroll." I stretched out my arms with the grievance. "You may not lose a cute pet like me in a few days because I will get beaten up." In Carroll's arms, I asked for consolation. Carroll put his goblet on the table and stroked my head like he did a cat or a dog. "Calm down. Mrs. Anderson isn't horrible but has a loud voice." "Oh... okay." Out of the lingering fear, I stayed in Carroll's arms. Carroll picked up the contract and glanced at it. Then, he lifted my chin and asked, "You are responsible for the most valuable part of this order, so what is the ratio?" "The ratio?" I looked at Harris  for help. Harris put down the chips and said, "It's the ratio between you and Jessica. There will be a cost to make a dress. Generally, the ratio between the studio and its designer is 50% vs 50%. You need help from a designer, so it should be 60% vs 40% or 70% vs 30%. Didn't you ask about it?" I pouted. "I thought I would have all." Harris picked up the contract and read it carefully. "She didn't give you the deadline or the contact information of the client. How perfunctory!" "Moreover, few studios sign the contract with the name of its designers." Carroll picked up his goblet and gracefully shook it.  Harris patted his forehead. "That's it. Why isn't there the stamp of Jessica's studio?" "Alas..." With a sad face, I murmured, "I see. Jessica intends to offend the client in my name. Therefore, she has an excuse to kick me out of her circle." Harris nodded. Carroll tapped my head and said, "Not that foolish." "Humph!" I sat up straight. "She looks down on me, but I will prove myself with my work. I know that technique better than her." "Ridiculous! Kelly, you master that technique, but how can you be better at it than its inventor?" Harris didn't forget to make a face at me after the question.  "We are not short of money, so you may treat it as a game," Carroll said with a smile. I looked away to show my displeasure. Who said that Jessica was the inventor?  If it was an exclusive technique, I would rather believe that Granny Luisa was the inventor. Carroll became serious. It seemed something had occurred to him. "The old lady you mentioned is in your house in Sky City. For the sake of her safety, don't visit her recently." "Did you bring Granny Luisa to the city?" Carroll almost spilled his red wine because I grabbed his arm excitedly.  The smile on Carroll's face was bright like the morning glow. Carroll was cold, so his smile was precious to me. "Mr. Carroll, where should I put down these wolves?" Right then, Jason came in with a lot of dolls in his arms. My eyes lit up, and the irritation disappeared in an instant. "Wolfie, they are Wolfie." I sat down on the carpet and watched Jason put those dolls in front of me. "Wolfie lying prone on the ground, Wolfie lying on the ground, and Wolfie baring its teeth! Oh my god, these dolls made me feel that Wolfie is still here." I rubbed those dolls and couldn't help but sigh. "Their fur feels like that of Wolfie." "Madam, Mr. Carroll deliberately prepared these dolls for you. They are made of wolf fur." Jason played with the dolls on the ground with me. This information astounded me. I didn't know that people would use real fur to make dolls. "Let me see. Let me see. It is new to me!" Speaking, Harris came over. I protected the mini version of Wolfie. "Don't touch them. They are mine! Mine!" "Wait, Carroll, how much are they? Tell me how much these dolls are!" Harris snatched the goblet from Carroll and asked in a grim tone. Carroll chuckled. He tapped my contract with his finger rhythmically. Then, his two thin lips moved. "One, two dresses." "Puff!" Shocked, I didn't forget to count the dolls on the ground. 1, 2, 3....7 Seven, 14 million dollars? Fu*k! I patted Harris's hand away. "Don't touch them, don't touch them! Rose, come here and take them to my bedroom." Harris looked more surprised than me. He placed his hands on his hips and started to lecture Carroll. "Carroll, I won't work for you anymore. You made these extravagant dolls with my hard-earned money to please this kid. What an insult! Screw you!" "That is my pleasure!" Carroll said casually. Was that all? He, who had irritated Harris easily, was so charming.  "You, you, you!" Harris's face turned red with anger. "Da*n!" "Calm down," Carroll said with a straight face. "You are that kind of men who will abandon their empires for a woman." With a doll in my arms, I stood between Harris and Carroll with dissatisfaction. "No. Mr. Carroll is the best man in the world. He is a gift from God to me!" "You two were born for each other!" Furious, Harris carried a bunch of snacks upstairs. "Where are we going?" Carroll asked. "Where can I go? To work for you, capitalist!" Soon, Harris disappeared with anger.