Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Now that everything was out in the open, Fiona couldn't just turn a blind eye. With a chuckle, she said, “Alright, I'm game. International Glam is ready to sign on the dotted line anytime. What's the Bryant family offering shares or dividends?"

The Bryant family members' faces turned as dark as a storm cloud. They thought dropping Jasmine's name would make Fiona go easy on them, assuming she'd cut them some slack. But asking for shares and dividends right off the bat? That caught them off guard.

“Ms. Fiona, isn't that a bit too bold? You can't expect to get rich overnight,” one of them said, trying to keep their cool but clearly frustrated. No one dared add to the conversation.

Fiona just smirked and gave Tyler a nod. He laid out a bunch of design drafts in front of them. "So, do we have some negotiating power now?" he asked, smiling.

Tyler might have been young, but he was a rock star among his peers, even outshining the older crowd. His talents were only just beginning to show.

Fiona shot Tyler a few more glances, impressed by how quickly he'd risen through the ranks. "Are you a designer at International Glam?” one of the Bryant family members asked, eyes widening at the sight of the drafts, stealing glances at Tyler.

Anyone who could produce such drafts had to have a significant role at International Glam. "I'm currently the head of International Glam, but Ms. Fiona is our chief designer,” Tyler explained.

Hearing this, the three Bryant family members at the table went pale. They hadn't realized Fiona was their ace in the hole. No wonder she was so self-assured.

Now they sat there, squirming, realizing they'd underestimated her and had ended up offending her. They clammed up, not daring to say a word.

“Our proposal is for the Bryant family to offer five percent in shares. Over the next five years, we'll provide quarterly design drafts for you to choose from," Fiona stated.

They were floored. It didn't take long for someone to push back. "Five years for five percent of our shares? Do you have any idea what that five percent is worth?" one of them shouted, slamming the table.

Tyler calmly sipped his tea, while Fiona leaned back confidently, unfazed by their reaction. "That five percent

is worth a hundred million on the market. Do you think your designs are made of gold?”

"Even if they were solid gold, they wouldn't be that valuable!"

Fiona listened to their gripes, then sat up casually, savoring a shrimp Tyler had peeled for her. It was delicious definitely something she'd have to take home with her!noveldrama

"Finished?" Fiona asked, setting down her chopsticks and eyeing the three Bryant family members.

Among them was Jasmine's

biological father, who had beenet

mostly silent, clearly a lower ranking member. But he was there because he was Jasmine's dad.

"For the next five years, any design drafts we provide to the Bryant family won't be offered to any other company, and International Glam won't produce or sell them either. Basically, the designs are exclusive toyou."