Chapter 137

Clara's face flushed red, then pale with anger after being verbally trashed. She turned to Nathaniel, nostrils flaring, and snapped, "Mr. Grant, is Samantha what you call talent? If this is what your company raises, then I sincerely feel sorry for you. Guess Samerra doesn't want to survive in the design world anymore!" Samantha snorted lightly, "Sorry, my manners are reserved for people who actually deserve them. Unfortunately, that's not you." Clara's expression darkened. She yelled out, half livid, half embarrassed, "Fine! Think you're smart, huh? Let me tell you something—don't even think about Mona working with Samerra again. I just need to say the word, and your studio won't get another job in this industry ever again!" "Wow, what's that buzzing? Thought a fly got in. So noisy," Samantha threw her a mocking smile and turned to Nathaniel, "Mr. Grant, can you shut the window? The draft's real strong today. Wouldn't want Auntie Verrill here to bite her tongue in the wind." "Watch you