Chapter 172 A Waste of Money
Olivia was stunned by the outlandish display. The first thing that flashed across her mind was the amount needed to place the ads. Because she would only be running a small studio, so she wondered if her profits could cover the expenses.
Not only that, she was annoyed at the idiot who splurged on the ads, fearing that he or she would come asking for advertising costs.
At that moment, the idiot in front of her opened his mouth, saying, “Looks like the studio’s items are going to sell out soon!”
Upon hearing that, she seemed to have guessed the identity of the troublemaker. “Eugene, is this all your doing?”
“What?”
“The ads?”
Eugene responded, “Yeah, why? Do you like it? If not, I can get the supplier to change it.”
Olivia sweated in frustration. It’s him indeed! She was at a loss for words out of rage. “Y-You! Were you worried that my clothes wouldn’t sell?”
“Of course not! You’re the world-renowned fashion designer, Angel!”
Olivia breathed deeply. “Why did you waste money on the ads then?” What the heck? How does he expect me to return the favor?
“Well…” He paused. “I didn’t know how else to help you.”
His reply effectively blocked all her impending barrage of indignant scolding. She kept everything to herself as she could not bring herself to reprimand him. In the end, she said dryly, “We’re running a business for profits. There’s no need to waste money.”
He met her eyes from the rear-view mirror and flashed a vague smile at her, giving her an obedient response, “Okay, anything for you.”
Olivia was speechless and confused by what he planned to do.
Staring at him, she declared preemptively, “You should get the ads taken down right now. I’m making it clear that I won’t pay the expenses back to you.”
Eugene chuckled and felt as if there was a distance between them once more. “There’s no need to pay back. After all, I’m one of the shareholders, so it’s fine for me to do some marketing for our studio.”
His remark got her again, and she thought his explanation made sense.
At the studio, the employees were already there, getting prepared for the opening. When they saw Olivia looking like a family with Eugene and North, they smiled and greeted, “Miss Olivia, Mr. Nolan.”
Olivia smiled at them. “Is everyone ready? It might be busy today.”
The ten employees replied at the same time, “We’re ready.”
“Miss Olivia, I saw the ads for our studio. They’re so cool,” Sophia giggled and praised, to which Olivia replied with an awkward smile and a vague response.
It was only nine in the morning, but more and more guests were pouring in. Brian was the first to arrive, followed by a few cars that were carrying some flower arrangements in baskets.
The moment the cars were parked, staff from the florist moved the flower baskets into the studio. There were too many of the flower baskets that the five of them had to spend ten minutes just on moving the baskets into the studio.
Olivia was speechless again at the sight. She thought that Eugene was quite abnormal for putting up the extravagant ads but at least he could explain it as a contribution from a stakeholder.
But! What on earth is Brian Mccarthy doing?! Weren’t the numerous flower baskets a waste of money and space, not to mention a trouble for the cleaners? What were all these men thinking?
“Congratulations, Olivia. All the best for your opening.”
Speechless, she could only remark, “If I had known that you’d send these flower baskets over, I would have exchanged them for cash at the florist. That amount would have paid for half of my annual expenses.”
Brian smiled warmly at her. “I didn’t know what else to buy you.”
Olivia chided him, “You should have provided me with free hotel stays. Why did you waste the money on flowers? What a waste!”
“It’s not that expensive.”
Finally, she flashed a frustrated smile at him. “Come in now. Take a seat.”
Once Brian entered the studio, Nathan and Melanie arrived at the site. When they saw the rows of flower baskets at the entrance, Nathan’s tiny eyes immediately bulged in surprise, and he secretly exclaimed his shock.
