“So what happened to your hand?” Xander put down the file and nced at Mnie’s wrist.


    Mnie had twisted her wrist in the morning, and now it was red and swollen. It looked even worse after her tussle with Dn and all that driving. It actually looked a little scary.


    Mnie did not care much about it, though. “I identally sprained it, that’s all. I should be <b>fine </b>after applying some medicine to it.”


    She had been in pain for so <b>long </b>that she was numb to it now. She just could not exert much strength with it.


    Xander was about to say something else, but the others had already arrived.


    The other studio was called Dreamcatchers. It was a well–established studio with more than ten years of history <b>in </b>Jepton. The department head was Ms. Sonders, a middle–aged woman in her forties,


    On the other hand, Quentin and Lisa were representing one of Dreamcatchers‘ partners. They had speciallye to support Dreamcatchers.


    The department head wisely chose not to say anything. Instead, she let Xander and Coral do the talking first.


    However, both sides were hiding some of their cards, so the conversation went nowhere.


    Ms. Sonders could only sigh and say, “You all know how important this exhibition is. We have to do our very best. After all, Jepton’s reputation is at stake too.”


    Coral was very calm. She sized up Zander and said, “Although Dreamcatchers is an established brand here in Jepton, we all know what you’re capable of, Mr. Solomon, so we’re all looking forward to working with you.”


    Xander scoffed, tapping his finger on the document Mnie had brought over. “We’ve alreadypleted the proposal, and now you’re talking about a coboration?”


    “We also have a proposal, and we think we can work together for the best possible results.”


    “So you’re willing to be the secondary organizer?” Xander went along with her. He looked at Coral with some amusement. “If that’s the case, we’d be happy to cooperate.”


    Coral did not say anything. Their studio had suddenly made a move this time because they wanted to make their studio famous again, so they would not settle for second ce


    <i>“</i>Wait, Mr. Solomon. We could still make this a win–win situation,” Quentin, who had been silent all this while, suddenly spoke up.


    Quintin was in his thirties and wore sses, the type who always wanted to look refined.


    He smiled at Xander and casually nced at Mnie. “You’re young and talented, but everyone knows that the home–ground advantage is very real. Dreamcatchers‘ status in Jepton isparable to yours.


    “In that case, why can’t we help each other?”


    “Help each other?” Xander’s expression did not change. He tapped the table. “Excuse me if


    I’m reluctant to take you up on that offer.”


    As soon as he finished that sentence, Mnie pulled two data sheets from the pile she had printed just before leaving her house.


    They clearly showed the number of people at Xander’s exhibition, as well as the number of people at Dreamcatchers‘.


    The contrast between the two was extremely stark.


    Mnie narrowed her eyes and looked at Quentin. “Mr. Emerson, you really know how to y with your words. You said that you could help each other achieve a win–win situation, casually downying Dreamcatchers‘ terrible results.


    “Besides, I’m sure you know that the industry moves with the times. Although Dreamcatchers has a longer history, that doesn’t mean you are more capable.


    “Useless people don’t be useful even with decades of experience. Wouldn’t you agree?”


    Everyone present was a little surprised by Mnie’s words.


    After all, the contempt in her words was obvious.


    When the meeting adjourned, Quentin lingered around. Mnie did not move, either. She sat where she was, her face calm as she looked at Quentin.


    Lisa wanted toe over and talk to Mnie. She hesitated, asking, “Mnie, are you working for Mr. Solomon now?”


    She used to work at LeapCo, so she still had many acquaintances there. Naturally, she knew about Mnie’s resignation.


    “It seems that I was right at that time.” Before Mnie could say anything, Quentin suddenly interrupted. He adjusted his sses and looked at Mnie, his voice gentle, “I knew it was a matter of time before Mr. Scott dumped you.”


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