Ren Designs.
Alix was seated on her chair, pinching her brows. After a long meeting with the shareholders, she was somehow able to pacify the angry cawing crows. But the main challenge was how quickly stores were cancelling their contracts with the company to purchase Ren Designs clothes and display them on their shelves. It was beginning to seriously hurt their money flow on top of the already mounting debt.
If things continued to be as they were, she knew she would soon find herself at the brink of bankruptcy because it wasn't just the Chinese media, but the French media was covering this incident too, which was giving the worst possible impression in the global media.
"Just when I thought we would expand globally…" she cursed under her breath.
"What should we do sis?"
By this point, Mui's condition had become like a withered flower. All the earlier excitement from their growing market had now dwindled to zero.
Alix sneered. "I need dirt on that Alicia Faucher."
"Dirt?"
