Jasper didn't understand a word that they said. He snapped at his assistant, "Where is the interpreter?"

“Sir, she is on her way. I trust she will be here soon."

“She's not even here yet? Fuck!"

Jasper was infuriated. As the two foreigners continued to speak to him in their Language, he was almost losing his mind.

Suddenly, a clear female voice rang out.

“They are complaining about the clothes the model has on. According to them, the outfit doesn't match the jewels. They want her to get changed into something else."

Jasper turned around and saw his rival, Ariana. He was surprisingly happy to see her. He remembered that she was a polyglot who knew Italian. He reasoned that he could use her to communicate with these men.

“Come here, Ariana! Tell them that the clothes they prepared are too ordinary, and that was why the model didn't put them on."

“And why would I do that? Who are you to give me orders? Are you speaking to me as the second son of the Andersons or as someone else?" Ariana inquired, folding her arms defiantly

Jasper's face darkened.

"Now is not the time for this, Ariana. People are watching. We are both employees of this company. You are obligated to help your colleagues if need be, so stop being so arrogant and stubborn."

Ariana sneered at him and then shrugged. She stepped forward and Looked at Brielle from head to toe. Afterward, she tut-tutted with displeasure.

“The designer is a minimalist artist. You are dressed Like a Christmas tree. Can't you see that it just doesn't make sense?"

Brielle rolled her eyes and uttered sarcastically, "What do you know about fashion? It's called contrast. You know, the products are not eye-catching already. If I wear some plain clothes Like I'm attending a funeral, the target audience won't spare the commercial a second glance, let alone buy the trashy products."

The couple was in sync. They didn't see anything wrong with the outfit.

Ariana felt the urge to explain to them. But then, she remembered that they were blockheads. She turned to look at the designer—Ivan Russo, who had been standing aside. She thought about how best to explain the current situation to him.

"Well-"

"Don't bother yourself, miss. I actually understand your language," Ivan piped up in Italian.

Ariana's jaw dropped. That meant he heard Brielle's disparaging remarks about his designs.

Ivan held a finger to his lips.