Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 374 What Kind of Relationship?

Chapter 374: Chapter 374 What Kind of Relationship?

There were only two hours left until the midyear pageantry.

Backstage, Yvette was doing a serious and detailed examination for every star that would go on stage.

It was to ensure that there would be no mistakes in the pageantry.

Palmet Entertainment’s midyear pageantry would go live every year.

When the live show officially started, the celebrities walked out to the stage wearing gorgeous gowns.

Red exclamation marks instantly appeared on the screen.

"If I were more loquacious, I wouldn’t only type exclamation marks!"

"My goodness, this is awesome. I will remember this forever!"

"Heavens, this is the first time I’ve seen such gorgeous gowns. They all look fantastic!"

"Wow, the style of the festival held by Palmet Entertainment has improved a lot."

"I think this is the best show ever!"

The comments were all positive.

Everyone was amazed.

It meant it was a quality show.

The people of the country were passionate and patriotic.

They were excited that their country’s culture was so beautiful.

Yvette watched as the viewership ratings continued to rise. Her eyes were wet and hot, and the feeling was hard to describe.

All these years of effort were not in vain.

Mom, did you see that?

I succeed! The gowns are favored by so many people!

You must be happy...

The grand ceremony was unexpectedly successful.

The online live broadcast ratings were also extremely high.

The gowns and Lunarc became trending topics.

Yvette had been backstage at Palmet Entertainment for nearly a day.

She was so busy that she did not have time to eat.

After the gown show, the festival continued.

However, Yvette and the others were no longer needed. They just had to wait until everything was over and deal with the clothes.

Yvette was dragged by her assistant, Oliver, to eat the first meal of the day.

They went to the lounge and chose an inconspicuous place to sit down.

Oliver had asked someone to bring food over, and it was still warm. They opened the lunch boxes and started eating.

The lounge was large and separated by a partition in the middle. When Yvette and her assistant Oliver were eating, they heard a conversation coming from next door.

"Did you see the director of Lunarc? She is quite good-looking. At first glance, I thought the company signed a new entertainer. She is gorgeous."

"I am more curious about how she won the order from our company. Even other high-end studios like Tide Studio have failed after sweetening up our CEO for five years."

"Yes, I am also curious. Why is Ms. Lynn so special? She doesn’t seem to be popular. Lunarc has just opened not long ago. It can’t be that kind of relationship, right? Hahaha..."

Several women teased and understood tacitly.

Oliver was indignant.

He had been Marlon’s assistant. Later, Marlon felt sorry for his sister, so he gave Oliver to Yvette as her assistant to deal with all external matters.

Although Lunarc was newly opened in the country, its ready-made clothes were popular with rich women abroad.

Yvette had a flair for fashion. After chatting with the customer, she could customize the clothes the customer wanted perfectly.

She almost never failed.

However, Oliver knew Yvette had tried so hard to make it seem easy.

Yvette habitually recorded every word of her clients and pondered about them. She would guess the clients’ characters from their diet and hobbies. Then she would make clothes per the client’s preferences.

No one could succeed easily without painstaking efforts.

As for the gossipy women, they did not understand Lunarc’s popularity in the foreign market, which was why they said such stupid things!

Oliver had the urge to argue with the people next door, but he was stopped by Yvette.

"Eat."

"I’ve lost my appetite. Why aren’t you angry at all, Yvette?"

Oliver said angrily, "If they know how important you are in Luxembourg, they will definitely wet themselves from fear."

"You said they didn’t know. Even if you tell them, they won’t understand. There is no need to argue with them."

Yvette continued calmly, "Success doesn’t come from words but actions."

For now, the outcome was better than expected.

Praises came with slanders. One had to accept both.

If a designer took every word personally, she couldn’t produce any satisfying work.

Noticing Oliver was still standing, Yvette urged, "Sit down quickly. After dinner, we have to go to the venue to wait."

Oliver had worked for Marlon in a sweeping manner, and Oliver’s style hadn’t changed.

Oliver was affected by Yvette’s laid-back attitude and became less vicious, sitting down and eating obediently.

As they ate, the gossip around them continued, and it became more ridiculous.

Oliver frowned and could not help but ask, "Yvette, are you really not angry?"

Yvette did not care at all and said, "It doesn’t matter. I won’t get angry if I don’t take it personally."

After all, she was capable and confident enough, so she didn’t care about the gossip at all.

Then, she packed up the food boxes and told Oliver, "Come back after you finish dinner. I am going."

When she passed by the table next to her, she straightened her back and walked with confidence.

The rumormongers were all dumbfounded. They did not expect their subject had been sitting next to them all along.

Everyone felt embarrassed.

If Yvette relied on her connections, how could she eat here instead of in a special lounge?

They looked at each other, and the person who had been talking trash about Yvette said disdainfully.

"Tsk, drop the act. She’s just trying to clear her name. She’s pretending she has nothing to do with our president..."

Before the person could finish her sentence, the people in front of her suddenly stood up and called out in unison.

"Hello, Mr. Andrade!"

Peyton was dressed in a neat black suit, and when he didn’t smile, he gave off an imposing manner.

In an instant, the lounge became silent, and everyone held their breath.

And the person who had been gossiping also stood up in fright.

However, her legs were limp, and she couldn’t stand still, so she fell to the ground.

She repeatedly apologized, "I, I’m sorry, Mr. Andrade..."

Peyton’s gaze was sharp as he looked at Yvette’s back.

He looked calm but was cursing inwardly.

Lance had called many times a day to show his concern for Yvette.

If Lance knew these people talked trash about her, he would be mad at Peyton.

The rumormonger dared to gossip about the designers today, so she might do the same thing to the company’s entertainers.

Peyton did not even look at the woman on the ground. His voice was cold and ruthless. "Clean up this area."

Then, he walked away.

Peyton’s assistant had worked for him for many years, so he naturally knew what Peyton meant. Peyton didn’t speak literally.

He looked at the few of them and instructed indifferently, "Go to the finance department for your salary and leave."

Those people all felt they were unlucky but didn’t even dare to argue, because once they made a ruckus, the company’s security guards would throw them out.

They could only vent their anger on the person who started it.

If not for her, they wouldn’t have lost their jobs.

Although Palmet Entertainment’s dismissal compensation was generous, no other company would dare to hire them in the future.

Therefore, the dismissal compensation would be their pension!

Yvette didn’t know such a thing would happen.

She went to the bathroom, and when she came out, a cleaner hastily bumped into her.

The cleaner was holding the coffee that someone else had drunk, and it seemed like she wanted to throw it away, but now it was all on Yvette.

Yvette looked at the mess and frowned.

She had to go to the scene later, so she couldn’t wear dirty clothes.

The cleaner lowered her head, and her shoulders kept shaking. She looked like she was about to cry.

Yvette couldn’t bear to argue with the cleaner and waved her hand to signal the cleaner to leave.

After that, Yvette returned to the clothing warehouse to get some spare clothes so that she could change in the changing room.

The hunchbacked cleaning lady squatted on the ground and wiped away the coffee stains.

When Yvette came over, she pretended to lower her head and wipe the ground.

Only after Yvette entered a room did she stare up at it viciously.

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