Bella couldn't help but give Daniela a thumbs up.

"Amazing! You even managed to rope in a god."

Eve kept her eyes fixed on Scott, looking him over with suspicion.

She felt like she'd seen him somewhere before.

Daniela noticed her gaze and turned to her. "Eve, what's wrong?"

Eve snapped out of it, withdrawing her gaze and smiling. "Nothing. Scott truly came at the right time."

Scott felt a strange sense of happiness upon hearing this, lifting his chin. "Alright. What do you need me to do?"

The designer's room was piled high with design drafts.

The chaotic atmosphere gave him a sense of familiarity, and he instantly realized that Dan Fashion Design Studio was truly busy.

This, in turn, made him want to help Daniela.

With him there, Daniela wouldn't need to personally design for the National Style Awards.

Scott was overjoyed to learn that he would be working on a design for a major event at the city hall.

Not bad, not bad. They weren't underestimating him.

Daniela must have been really worried.

Such a big event, she must have felt a lot of pressure to carry it on her own.

Hmph.

Thank goodness he was here to help.

Scott was right, Daniela was truly relieved.

Not only did the name "National Style Awards" make her nervous, but it also greatly eased the pressure on Dan Fashion Design Studio. How could she not be happy?

She couldn't sit still, and soon she went to Eve again, saying she wanted to continue drawing her old designs.

Eve didn't intend to let her continue. "The National Style Awards can't be messed up, you should go help Scott."

Scott was a big name, and his designs were full of spirit.

Daniela could learn a lot from him.

Besides, the dark circles under Daniela's eyes were getting worse, clearly showing that she wasn't getting enough rest.

Right now, there was nothing more important than the baby in Daniela's belly.

Daniela could only walk back to Scott's side again and help him out.

At first, Scott was very reluctant, but later, when he realized that Daniela's creativity and drawing skills were truly impressive, he gradually calmed down and worked well with her.

The design studio was bustling but peaceful.

...

Meanwhile, Adam had arrived at the Flores Group building and threw a package to Patrick. "From the Dean."

Patrick almost got hit by the package and angrily said, "Adam, are you deliberately trying to annoy me?"

Adam didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, simply saying, "Visit the orphanage more often, the Dean misses you."

Patrick sneered. "Miss me? When has that old man ever missed me? All he thinks about is you!"

If the Dean wasn't so biased, giving all the good things to Adam, how could he possibly have such animosity towards Adam?

When he was working at the club, why didn't the Dean call him back?

It was clear that he was now a different person, and the Dean wanted to curry favor with him so he would donate to the orphanage.

He was trying to get his hands on his money.

But...

It wasn't without benefits.

Patrick looked at the package in his hand and grinned. "Adam, does it feel bad to be my errand boy? Haha, you've also received a lot of packages I sent you before. Now that our roles have reversed, are you unhappy?"

Adam's gaze turned cold, staring at Patrick's head without speaking.

Patrick narrowed his eyes, the anger in his heart growing stronger.

"A bunch of junk, you even dare to send it to me." Patrick sneered at Adam. "Go back and tell that old man, if he wants to donate, he can come to my doorstep and apologize to me on his knees.

Or else, he's not welcome."

After saying that, he threw the package into the nearby trash can and walked away.

Adam remembered the way the Dean had packed the things for him, with his hunched back, and a cold feeling spread across his face.

He withdrew his gaze from Patrick's head and quickly caught up to Patrick.

His huge fist smashed into Patrick's face.