Chapter 250 Making Enemies
The other employees occasionally stole glances at her from the side. She looked so young and beautiful! They never expected their Boss to be so young and good-looking, talented too. Moreover, her aura was so mesmerizing.
Today, they were really fortunate to catch a glimpse of the Boss!
The surrounding customers discussed among themselves.
"I didn't expect her to be QY. She looks so good and has such a strong personality. No wonder she can design so many beautiful clothes!"
"I really want to go up to her and ask for a photo, but I'm afraid of disturbing her!"
"She seems aloof, but she was polite when talking to the store manager!"
"I heard that QY has great benefits. After I graduate, I want to work there too!"
"I heard that the threshold for QY is very high. Even ordinary undergraduates can't get in. The previous award-winning designer, Abigail, was a graduate from a prestigious university!"
Abella noticed that one of the gazes around her had been fixed on her for a long time. She raised her eyes and met the gaze of a girl with short hair standing next to her.
The girl with short hair seemed hesitant and blushed.
"Is there something you need?" Abella asked gently.
The girl blushed even more and, gathering her courage, walked up. "Hello, I really like design and I am your fan. I'm not here to ask for your autograph or a photo. Don't worry..."
Abella's gaze softened. "Go ahead and speak."
"Just now, Miss Wilson said that you... were kept by a sugar daddy outside," the girl with short hair hesitated for a moment and whispered, "You are the founder of QY, such a big brand, you don't need to rely on men for support! If you need a witness, I can testify. I saw her defaming and spreading rumors about you in front of so many people!"
The girl with short hair hurriedly took out a receipt from her bag. It was the receipt for her purchase at QY just now, and she had written her contact number on it. She handed it over.
"This is my contact information. If you need me to testify, I'm ready anytime!"
"Thank you," Abella curved her lips, surprised by how kind she was. She reached out her hand to receive something.
"It's nothing, I'll go now..." Although the girl with short hair wanted a autograph or a photo with Abella, she was afraid of disturbing her, so she could only leave with regret.
"No photo?" Abella suddenly asked.
The girl with short hair paused, realizing that Abella was speaking to her. She was so excited that she almost jumped up, but she didn't want to attract attention, so she quickly covered her mouth and nodded repeatedly.
Did her idol actually suggest taking a photo with her?
Oh my god!
She was ecstatic and felt like she was dreaming. It felt unreal!
Facing the camera, Abella smiled, looking cool and beautiful.
The girl's smile was uncontrollable. After taking the photo, she hurriedly said, "Thank you, thank you! Don't worry, I won't share this photo with anyone!"
Abella picked up a piece of paper next to her computer and casually tore off a piece. She signed her name, QY.
"Here you go."
The girl with short hair stood there, realizing that Abella also gave her an autograph. She couldn't help but exclaim in excitement, "Ah!"
This scream attracted a few scorching gazes!
The girl with short hair quickly covered her mouth, but the joy in her eyes had already given her away. She was ecstatic. After enduring for a while until the surrounding gazes disappeared, she finally approached and bent down, using both hands to receive Abella's autograph, repeatedly saying thank you.
Abella glanced at her and said gently, "Once you graduate, you can come for an interview at QY."
The girl with short hair was stunned, unable to believe what she was hearing. Was her idol inviting her to join QY? But how did her idol know about her design skills? What if her designs were terrible?
"Did you design the clothes you're wearing and the backpack on your back?" Abella immediately noticed, finding them quite creative.
The girl with short hair was even more shocked. Before she could say anything, she heard Abella continue, "The pen you wrote with just now has your school's name printed on it. It should be a school reward for good performance, right?"
The girl with short hair didn't expect her idol to be so attentive, even noticing these details. She nodded repeatedly, "Yes, it was a reward. I'm going to my senior year soon, and I'll start my internship in half a year. Can I really come for an interview at QY?"
She asked in a nervous and excited tone.
"Of course, QY welcomes anyone with talent and dreams."
"That's great!" The girl with short hair was overjoyed, repeatedly thanking Abella, and finally reluctantly said goodbye.
Abella watched as she left, her lips curving upward.
After a while, Abella planned to return to the company. Before she could walk out of the gate, someone stepped on her foot and bumped into her shoulder. The girl who caused her pain had a cold and arrogant expression, dressed as a rich young lady. Instead of apologizing, she glanced at Abella's shoes and clothes, saw no designer labels, and her eyes revealed a hint of disdain.
She said to her long-haired friend next to her, "QY's clothes don't seem impressive at all. After going through the whole collection, there isn't a single piece worth buying with my credit card."
"Every design here was personally created by the founder of QY. I..."
"It looks really nice, just like this one, take a look." The girl with long hair picked up a V-neck dress that resembled a little black swan, and she would definitely look stylish wearing it.
"It's just okay," the wealthy young lady said nonchalantly.
Abella's voice immediately chimed in, "Don't you apologize when you step on someone?"
The girl with long hair turned around and saw Abella. She thought she accidentally stepped on her earlier and quickly said, "I'm sorry, were you referring to me? There were too many people, and I didn't notice for a moment. I'm sorry!"
Abella looked at the wealthy young lady. She was wearing a dark blue sequined strapless dress, with a light blue suit jacket draped over it. She also had a uniquely shaped blue gemstone necklace and elegant brown curly hair, giving off an aura of elegance and presence. She looked like a wealthy lady, but Abella didn't expect her manners to be so poor.
"No response? Do you need your friend to apologize for you?"
Upon hearing Abella's words, the wealthy young lady actually smiled politely and asked, "Do you know who I am?"
"Of course, I do," Abella coldly smirked. "You're someone who steps on others and bumps into them without intending to apologize."
Abella's presence was much stronger than hers. Despite lacking any designer logos on her body, her overall demeanor and appearance easily surpassed by several notches.
The wealthy young lady didn't want to waste her time with her and smiled condescendingly, "Sorry, is that enough?"
"Has no one ever taught you how to sincerely apologize from childhood?" Abella unexpectedly persisted, smiling. "Do you know what I'm wearing?"
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