Chapter 470 Excitement
I couldn't tell if Uriah's move was to fix the company's image or if he really saw Brad's talent. Either way, it turned out to be the right call.
Brad's a standout among the new wave of young painters. Making him the chief designer was a smart move.
The school acted fast this time. To get things back on track quickly, they put Brad and me on the client project, even though I hadn't been able to join the team before. They said my grad defense score, aside from the professional courses, would be split into two parts: lab results and the final project score combined.
Hearing that ticked me off, but I had to roll with it since the grading suggestion came from Professor Evans. He slyly told me that after all the struggles, a bright future awaited.
Alright, I chose to believe him.
Not that I had much of a choice.
The new plan ditched the old method of painting directly on the house after it was built. Instead, it used the approach I had managed before: creating samples in advance and using tech to print the artwork onto the walls. This was way more efficient, gave the artwork a longer lifespan, and made repairs easier if needed.
This shifted the workload from the end stages to the beginning. Brad and I had to crank out paintings every day, working ourselves to the bone until our vision blurred and our hands shook.
The project had tight deadlines, and the lab experiments were making breakthroughs too. With occasional public lectures at school, I was running around all day between the studio, classroom, cafeteria, and home, feeling dizzy from the constant hustle. Even when my parents called, I could only manage a quick hello before hanging up, too busy to chat.
For half a month, I worked from dawn till dusk, dropping eight pounds, but my spirits stayed high. I even dreamed about painting at night.
Because I genuinely loved shaping the future with my own skills.
But Brad was even more worn out than I was. Besides his regular work, he also looked after me. Luckily, his spirits stayed high too.
When it came to finding joy in tough times, Brad and I had an unspoken understanding and really enjoyed it.
Uriah's office was still next to Crystal House. The school suggested moving it to lessen any negative impact Jenny had on him, but Uriah turned them down.
In Uriah's words, he was there to work, not to enjoy. As long as the office needs were met, it didn't matter where it was. Plus, being on campus, it was close to Brad and me, making communication easy without bothering each other. It was pretty good.
Since it was the same everywhere, there was no need to move. Uriah and his secretary moved into the office the day they got back to Regalia, starting to sort out the work Jenny left behind.
Previously, Jenny had both parties working in the same spot, which was against the rules and mostly a hassle. After Uriah arrived, Brad moved to another place, and I followed him.That afternoon, Brad sent me over to Uriah's place to grab some data.
The early spring weather was way warmer than winter. Trees on campus were sprouting new buds, all yellow and green, looking pretty cute.
The peach tree branches in Crystal House's yard were covered with dense flower buds, pink and red, looking especially beautiful.
Since Brad didn't need the data right away, I took a detour to Crystal House to check out the blooming peach blossoms.
I found a branch with a ton of buds and was just getting a good look when I heard some familiar voices from the neighboring yard.
I looked closer and saw Uriah and Jenny talking by the fence.
I wondered why they had to talk in this drafty yard instead of the office.
It must be that Uriah didn't want Jenny messing with his work anymore.
Uriah had his hands in his pockets, looking casual, with a slight smirk on his lips. Jenny, in a pure white dress with her long hair down her back, had her back to me. I couldn't see her face, but from her tightly clenched hands, I could tell she was super angry.
"Uriah, if no one else believes me, do you really not believe me too? I'm your sister! How could you treat me like this? Dad won't approve when he finds out," Jenny exclaimed.
Uriah replied, "Sorry, your removal was the chairman's decision, and Father agreed. If you have any complaints, send a lawyer's letter."
Jenny said, "Impossible, Dad wouldn't treat me like that. Grandma clearly said that as long as I did this project well, I could go home."
"But you didn't do the project well. Instead, it brought disaster to the Taylor family, causing huge losses. Father is particularly disappointed, and Grandma is furious. If you can make up for the losses, maybe Father will listen to your excuses." Uriah's voice was dripping with disdain and disgust.
That condition was brutal.
I heard from Yancy that the Taylor family's losses this time exceeded a billion dollars. If Jenny had that kind of money, she wouldn't be so desperate to get back into the Taylor family. Asking her to come up with such a massive amount feels like a fairy tale. How could Jenny possibly afford that?
"I told you it wasn't my fault. I was framed." Jenny seemed about to cry, still trying hard to make her lies sound more convincing, hoping to sway Uriah.
However, Uriah raised an eyebrow, mocking, "How about I help you report it to the police for a thorough investigation?"
Jenny was stumped by this and couldn't say anything, just shaking her shoulders and crying.
I never expected Uriah to be so formidable. With just one sentence, he put Jenny in her place, which honestly made me quite happy. But when people are in high spirits, they often lose their composure, and I couldn't help but laugh. My laughter caught them off guard.
Uriah must have noticed me long ago and politely nodded at me.
Meanwhile, when Jenny heard the laughter and turned around, she was ready to curse, but upon seeing it was me, she quickly bit her tongue. Her expression darkened, looking frightening, with a wave of hatred surging in her eyes.
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