Leanna said, "Zoe..."
Zoe understood what Leanna wanted to say, so she playfully interjected. "Worry not. I've thought it
through. Being in a relationship is not a binding commitment like marriage. If it doesn't feel right at any
moment, we can simply part ways without hindering my search for the next one."
Upon hearing this, Leanna also chuckled. "Indeed. There are countless men outside, and if one fails to
measure up, we can swiftly find a replacement."
"Exactly! Who knows, Brandon and I might ignite a spark and even hold our wedding before you do.
Speaking of this…" Zoe continued, "Oh, I almost forgot. When are you planning your own wedding? I
remember seeing details about your chosen gown."
Leanna strolled ahead leisurely and replied, "I'm uncertain at the moment. There's quite a lot
happening lately, so we'll discuss it later."
"Well, you should schedule it. After all, you plan on having another child, right? It wouldn't be
convenient if you were heavily pregnant during the wedding; it could exhaust you."
Leanna acknowledged the validity of her words, yet she had just embarked on a medication regimen to
regulate her body, making it uncertain when conception would occur.
Aidan, on the other hand, appeared to grow increasingly occupied as well; whether it was the wedding
or pregnancy, it would likely demand ample time.
Leanna nodded. "I understand. I'll give it careful consideration."
As they conversed, they reached the studio. Leanna informed Zoe, "I'll go in and start sketching. Let
me know if you need anything."
"Go ahead; I'll be out here."
Entering her office, Leanna settled at her desk and opened her sketchbook before powering up her
computer and drawing tablet. Then, she transcribed the sketches, one by one, making meticulous
adjustments to the finer details.
During lunchtime, Zoe informed Leanna that Daphne had phoned her in the morning, informing her that
she had already made contact with someone—and that person would arrive in the afternoon to discuss
the specifics of endorsements and promotional endeavors, as well as their implementation.
In order to ease Leanna's concerns and ensure a well-designed outcome, Zoe took on the entire task
herself. However, endorsement deals were significant undertakings, and Daphne's celebrity status and
popularity were at stake. Zoe felt out of her depth in many aspects of endorsement work, and handling
it alone proved challenging. That was when Leanna thought of someone.
In the afternoon, Freddie arrived at the studio. He warily surveyed the two figures before him, shielding
himself with interlocked arms. "What do you want? I maintain a lawful profession. I am not the kind of
person who goes along with anything. If my dashing countenance tempts you and you harbor ulterior
motives, we can still negotiate..."
Leanna and Zoe went speechless.
Zoe cast a glance at Leanna and whispered, "Can we really count on him?"
Leanna's mouth twitched. "He should be okay. It's better than nothing."
Upon hearing them, Freddie asserted, "Which aspect of my abilities do you question? I'll be clear here.
If you wound my dignity, I shall take offense!"
Leanna took a deep breath and gazed at him once more. "I'd like to ask for your help in drafting a
contract and agreement."
She then provided a concise account of Daphne's investment in their studio and the matter of
endorsements.
Having listened attentively, he exhaled a sigh of relief and adjusted his posture. "You should have told
me this earlier. I thought it was a weighty affair. I was on the verge of plunging into a river to prove my
innocence. Matters that can be resolved through a call shouldn't require my presence. Dinner is on
you."
"Of course, it's not just about this."
Hearing that, Freddie grew wary once again. "What else?"
Leanna smiled gently, conveying goodwill. "I remember when you worked at the Crossley Group, Aidan
paid you, right? However, you didn't stay there for long, so—"
"I've already used up the money. There's no way to return it!" Freddie immediately responded.
"I'm not asking for a return. It's just that recently, our studio has been quite busy, dealing with various
contracts and such. I wanted to ask for your help."
Freddie's intuition alerted him to impending unfavorable news. So, he gradually sought refuge in an
excuse, expressing remorse. "You know, our line of work is quite busy. We always have cases on hand,
and we need to collect evidence and gather information. I truly desire to lend a hand, but I'm afraid I'm
not capable enough..."
Leanna swiftly cut him off. "I consulted with Jonathan. You've just wrapped up a significant case and
are currently on rest."
Reluctantly, Freddie uttered, "You and Aidan are the exact same type of people. It's such bad luck
having encountered you both."
Aware that he had reluctantly agreed, Leanna merely smiled. "So, it's settled. I'll treat you to dinner
tonight. What delight do you desire?"
Freddie mentioned the name of the most expensive restaurant in Highside.
However, Leanna politely replied, "I apologize, but the budget falls short. If you don't mind, I can
prepare a meal for you."
Once again, Freddie went speechless. "You're so stingy." After a brief pause, he begrudgingly
succumbed to the merciless trials of destiny. "In that case, I shall place an order."
Leanna chuckled. "Certainly, choose whatever you desire."
With Freddie's presence, one person could rival ten. The workforce was now sufficient.
The matter of Daphne's endorsement had also made its way onto the agenda. However, Freddie's
abilities extended beyond handling mundane contracts. He efficiently managed all the tasks related to
endorsements with precision and efficiency.
Gradually, he assumed authority over all affairs. Indeed, he was not meant to be a lawyer. As a wealthy
scion destined to eventually inherit the family empire, his abilities radiated.
In the days that followed, the phrase Freddie most frequently uttered to Leanna was: "Why am I still
alive?"
With Freddie's assistance, Zoe made remarkable progress. They scouted several suitable locations,
examining each one before finally settling on an indoor and an outdoor venue. Subsequently, they
initiated discussions with the crew regarding set design and shooting schedules.
Meanwhile, in Aidan's absence, Leanna surreptitiously attended to her medication and injections. If she
couldn't manage it in the morning, she would bring the medicine to the studio and warm it up before
administering it.
After a week, Waylen would send her fresh supplies. Regardless of whether these medications would
ultimately aid in her conception, Leanna's mental state had noticeably improved. She couldn't ascertain
if it was due to the medication's effect or simply a result of getting sufficient rest.
It was just that every time she concluded an injection, she would endure a few minutes of discomfort.
That frigid pain silently infiltrated her bloodstream, encasing every cell, making her both chilling and
numbing until it became an accustomed sensation.
As she unveiled the package containing the medicinal herbs and syringe sent by Waylen, she suddenly
felt a wave of nausea. It was then that Aidan entered the room and observed her unusual complexion.
Approaching her, he inquired, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Leanna hastily closed the lid and replied, "It's nothing. I believe I've been working too long today and
feeling a bit lightheaded."
However, Aidan ignored her as he glanced at the foam box before her and asked, "What's inside?"
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