Remembering the barren warehouse, Alice was all the more certain Lilah must be bluffing.

So, she confronted Lilah with what she believed to be the truth.

"Miss Phillips, is this just to placate our clients? It doesn't seem right. Every local supplier has turned us down, and our warehouse is bare. Please, no more pretenses. As the design director, I can't stand by and watch this charade!" Alice declared.

The crowd, just settled, stirred into a fresh frenzy.

Lilah's gaze on Alice was frosty, yet the latter's demeanor remained unflustered. Alice had the same thought as Howard: Lilah must have depleted all the resources to make these display items and there was no more stock.

"It seems you're deeply invested in the company, Miss Wilson, monitoring our inventory so diligently. However, you might have been misinformed about our stock," Lilah remarked, her voice even. She pulled out her phone and dialed for a video call.

The warehouse filled the screen, bustling with activity as workers meticulously prepared an array of jewelry materials.

Howard and Alice were speechless, while a collective sigh of relief washed over the customers.

Lilah's smile held a touch of mystery as she watched Howard and Alice process the scene. "Judging by your faces, I've let you down."

Howard grasped the situation then. "Not at all. I simply didn't foresee you securing a new supplier so swiftly. Why didn't you share this news sooner? The whole company was on edge. I was so concerned.

I couldn't even sleep last night. At last, I can breathe easy."

His words, laced with an undercurrent of accusation, suggested Lilah had willfully left them all in suspense, fostering unnecessary tension.

Before the crowd could digest the scene, Lilah countered Howard's statement with a chilly edge. "Is that so? You bypassed asking about the warehouse altogether, heading straight for the design exhibition.

Perhaps you were eager for an audience?"

Howard, unprepared for her sharp retort, sputtered, “I-I just worried you were overwhelmed with the exhibition, so I came as quickly as I could!"

“Your concern is noted, Mr. Brown," Lilah replied, her voice dripping with unspoken meaning.

Howard felt the weight of curious stares pressing down on him, wishing he could disappear. Lilah, with her unexpected resourcefulness, was proving to be a thorn in his side.

What was more, the fact that she had managed to find a new supplier but kept it a secret seemed to hint at a deliberate strategy on her part, suggesting a level of cunning that was downright vexing.

Intent on preserving the serenity of the exhibition, Lilah ushered them out without delay.

After the confrontation had settled, onlookers began to view Lilah with renewed respect. Managing a big enterprise was no small feat, and Lilah's role as CEO was a testament to her adeptness.

Her designs, now the center of everyone's attention, were selling like hotcakes. Ten pieces had flown off the shelves by mid-morning, each fetching $990, @00. In the span of a few hours, Lilah had generated nearly ten million in sales!

Phoebe's designs were also a revelation, offering a fresh and youthful appeal that resonated with the younger people. Despite their affordable pricing, the sales were staggering, generating revenue of five million dollars before noon, leaving the entire team astounded.

With a sharp eye for numbers, Lilah predicted that the day's tally might well exceed the hundred-million-dollar mark.

The designers were all excited. The success, although collective, owed much to Lilah's creative prowess and Phoebe's. Their designs were not just exquisite; they were blockbusters. And when not immersed in their own work, they generously recommended the contributions of their peers, endearing themselves to the whole team.