Chapter 181

Angelina hurried downstairs to catch up with Chester. When she saw the elevator still stuck on an upper floor, she darted toward the stairs—but only made it a few steps before twisting her ankle. "Angie!" Isadora dropped her phone and rushed over to help her up. Good thing the first aid kit was still with them. Isadora grabbed it, applied some Arnica gel on Angelina's ankle, then carefully applied a medicated patch. "I've got skills, huh? Not a single wrinkle on the bandage." But Angelina couldn't even smile. Her heart was too heavy. The things she'd said earlier kept replaying in her mind—how badly she'd hurt his pride. And now, she had no clue how to fix it. Just then, Megan walked over and handed Isadora her phone. "Someone's calling you." Isadora got up and stepped aside. "Hello? Mr. Holmes?" "Ms. Whitmore, I've got a batch of work uniforms we need help producing, so I thought of your company." "Sounds good! What kind of design are you thinking of?" "If it's convenient,