Flirted Wrong, Married Right-Chapter 778: After All, I Am the Superior

This girl is Vivian, the chief designer of Laprite.

"What’s all the noise about?" Vivian removed the cigarette from her ear, lit it with an impatient face, and muttered indistinctly, "Can’t you argue somewhere else?"

Winnie Wyatt restrained her anger slightly and said through clenched teeth, "Vivian, I ask you, why are you leaving Laprite and moving to the new design department?"

Vivian’s eyes were slender and slightly squinted at the moment, creating an indescribable sense of pressure.

She had a proud and aloof nature and never spared harsh words. Upon hearing this, she let out a cold snort, "Do you think it’s your business where I go?"

Despite being used to Vivian’s personality, Winnie Wyatt felt some anger upon hearing this.

But she didn’t dare say anything.

Because Vivian’s status in Laprite was almost on par with the director, it could be said that a good designer in Apex was someone even the CEO, Shane Sinclair, had to show some respect to.

Winnie Wyatt held back her anger, almost trying to persuade with good words, "After all, you’ve worked at Laprite for so long, and your expertise is in jewelry design, going over there abruptly now..."

"I said, where I go is none of your concern." Vivian interrupted Winnie Wyatt’s words impatiently once again, "Besides, do I need you to judge what I’m good at?"

This time, Winnie Wyatt couldn’t hold back any longer.

She clasped her hands slightly, her voice sinking somewhat, "Vivian, I am still your superior, after all."

"All right, go ask the big boss if he agrees to let me move to another department." Vivian sneered, with an indifferent look.

Winnie Wyatt was infuriated, "You—do you think I can’t do without you? I tell you, Laprite has plenty of good designers and doesn’t lack you!"

After speaking, Winnie Wyatt turned around and left angrily.

Vivian watched her back, letting out a disdainful snort.

Then she looked toward Evelyn Clayton.

Evelyn Clayton raised her eyebrows, letting Vivian scrutinize her.

After a while, Vivian made room for Evelyn, "Come in."

Evelyn Clayton was quite surprised but said nothing and followed Vivian into her office.

With the door closed, Vivian said to herself, "Get yourself a drink from the fridge."

Vivian’s office was essentially her own design studio, almost the same size as Evelyn Clayton’s previous director’s office, all furnished and decorated according to Vivian’s preferences.

However, it was currently a mess, with design drafts all over the desk and design papers covering the sofa, the ashtray on the table was stuffed with cigarette butts.

Evelyn Clayton laughed at the sight, "Where’s the assistant we got you? Why haven’t they come to clean up?"

"I can’t find anything once they clean," Vivian frowned, moving some papers aside on the sofa, barely making room for Evelyn Clayton.

Evelyn Clayton said nothing more, naturally sat down, and smiled, "So, anything you want to say to me?"

Vivian smoked and looked at Evelyn Clayton, not hiding her gaze at all, "No, is there anything you want to say to me?"

"I’m very glad you chose to join my team." Evelyn Clayton slightly squinted her eyes, full of a smile, "Since you’ve decided on your side, why don’t we talk about your demands? When you move to the fashion department, I promise your treatment won’t be worse than now."

Vivian raised her hand slightly, "That’s unnecessary. You know, I never care about these things. I just have one question, how do you plan to manage the fashion design department?"