They wanted her to help Vervain Studio restore that antique qipao!
After reading the agreement, a cold smirk touched Holly Sinclair's lips.
'So, Vivian Linton schemed to snatch this massive opportunity from me, and now she can't even handle it?'
"Vivian Linton, I told you before: if you don't have the skills, don't take the job," Holly Sinclair said mockingly, her smooth fingertips flicking at the agreement.
Vivian Linton's expression froze.
Humiliation and anger flared within her, as if she'd been slapped hard across the face.
'What did she mean by that?'
'Did she know all along that I couldn't handle that stupid qipao?!'
When Holly had said that to her the other day, she had dismissed it.
She thought her own talent was more than enough to handle it with ease.
Who knew that after she'd proposed several restoration plans, Mrs. Quincy would be dissatisfied with all of them.
'That old hag!'
She'd been running herself ragged these past few days because of it.
