Don't Escape My Beloved Girl



"Olivia, tell me the truth. Do you like this man?"

Frank couldn't help but ask.

Olivia was not an open person.

Frank knew it very well that if she was willing to stay beside the man, she definitely liked him.

Olivia put down her spoon and looked at him seriously.

"Yes."

Frank's face darkened instantly.

But soon, his face was filled with joy.

Because she quickly continued to say, "Like a brother.'

Brayden, who was holding the doorknob, tightened his grip.

Like a brother...

Frank burst into laughter.

He was overwhelmed with joy.

Her reply was hurtful in the eyes of Brayden.

However...

"You too."

"Olivia, you can't do this to me."

Olivia raised her hand and gestured to stop.

"Let me have a good breakfast. Don't forget what we have to do today:"

Frank's mood swung up and down. He wanted to cry.

"Olivia, you are too cruel to me."

Olivia stopped talking to him and buried herself in porridge.

Frank sighed.

Why was he always unable to win Olivia's heart? Sad...

Brayden came in.

Frank looked at him and said nothing.

Even though Olivia regarded Brayden as her brother, Frank still treated him as his rival in love.

Because Olivia trusted this man very much.

Maybe he could really capture Olivia's heart.

"Olivia, I'm going back. Call me if you need anything."

Brayden said to Olivia.

There was no change in his eyes or tone.

"Okay, you go ahead. I'm fine.'

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Brayden looked at Frank, nodded at him, and turned to leave.

Walking out, he clenched his hands.

He didn't want Olivia to regard him as a brother, but a sweetheart.

Brayden left.

Olivia asked Frank to have breakfast rather than waste time on useless things.

Frank didn't say much and went to breakfast.

He knew how to behave.

Soon the two of them had breakfast, packed up, and went to find Jason.

Jason was invited to be a judge of a fashion design program in Capital City this time.

Frank had already found out about the place, so the two of them went to the program team after breakfast.

By the time they arrived, the program had already begun.

Frank's friend took him and Olivia backstage, pointed to Jason on the screen, and said, "We will take a ten-minute break in an hour, and Jason will come backstage to fix his makeup. You can go to him then."

Frank gestured an OK.

"Buddy, thank you."

The man looked at Olivia and said with a smile, "You can treat me to dinner tonight to thank me."

"No problem!"

The man left.

Olivia looked at the screen, where the camera followed the photographer and landed on the model while the host's voice rang.

He was introducing the clothes on the models, fashion, elements, ideas, and design inspiration.

Olivia listened and watched carefully.

So did Frank.

Suddenly, there was a panic outside.

"Oh my god! How could this be?"

Olivia frowned and looked over.

Outside was a large dressing room.

Inside was not only a place for makeup, but also many clothes all designed by designers.

It was also the place for models to wear makeup or change clothes.

"What happened?"

"The dress that's coming out later is broken."

"Which designer's dress is it?"

"Designer Grace."

"Get Grace over here now!"

"I'll go right away!"

It was a mess outside.

Olivia said to Frank, "I'm going out to take a look."

Olivia was independent-minded and would not do anything meaningless, so Frank never asked her much.

"Go please.Call me if you need anything.'

"Okay."

Olivia went out.

The people outside had formed a small circle, and Grace rushed over.

"Let me see!"

The designer quickly took the dress and her face changed.

"How could this be?"

The dress was a modern version of the improved cheongsam, but it contained the elements of the French palace, looking noble and elegant.

The dress was embroidered with exquisite embroidery and the peony embroidery on it was lifelike and very grand.

But such a beautiful dress was cut off from the waist of a large piece of cloth.

Everyone knew that the most important thing about a dress was the waist area.

Now that this piece of cloth had been cut, it was ruined.

"Who is it! Who cut my skirt!"

Gracc looked around angrily.

Obviously, samconce did it on purpose.

There was always cutthroat competition in every industry.

No one spoke.

The director came over and asked, "What do we do now? Can it be repaired? It's your turn in half an hour"

Grace's eyes were red and tears welled up.

“This is an exquisite dress that I've well prepared for tonight. Now it's ruined. How can it be repaired?"

Design works carried the efforts of a designer, especially on such an important occasion.

Olivia understood The mood of this designer.

The director didn't have that much time to waste, so he said directly, "If you can't solve it, then I'll have someone cancel your part."

He couldn't ruin the whole shoot just because of one person.

The designer couldn't stand the fact and started to cry while clutching the dress.

Olivia walked over.

"Don't cry.I'll help you."