Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 132

Before I could answer, Eric pressed on with another question, "Did you two have an argument?"

I shook my head. "The company is up and running now. He can't stay here forever, so he found a place near the studio."

Then, I looked at Eric, unable to stop the smile forming on my lips. "Do we really look like we've been arguing?"

"Not really," Eric replied, shaking his head.

But the next second, his tone became firm. "But Levi has a strong sense of pride. He might be faking it to trick me."

I couldn't help but smile wryly. "Don't overthink it."

Just as I thought the conversation was over and we were about to go our separate ways, Eric suddenly stepped forward.

I heard his low voice rumble near my ear. "So, does this mean he won't be the third wheel anymore?"

I shook my head, doing my best to hide the heat rising to my cheeks. "If he has time, he'll still come over."

At that, Eric raised an eyebrow. "Well, I hope your studio thrives and he gets so busy that he won't have time to come around."

Although Eric's words sounded like a nice wish, they felt a bit odd.

"The studio has just opened, and currently, the online store for our clothing line is up and running. After a while, we'll start looking for a location for a physical store, so things should get busier soon."

LunaGlo had many project teams overseas, but with the brand's first entry to Caldera, Levi and I decided to start with the fashion sector after discussing it. This was also why we had been meeting with clothing suppliers.

In the future, we would gradually introduce our overseas businesses to Caldera, including but not limited to interior design, jewelry design, and more.

After hearing what I said, Eric nodded thoughtfully and then said slowly, "I mentioned before that I'd like to collaborate with your studio. Do you remember?"

I nodded. "Of course. What project is it?"

After saying that, Eric reached out, took my hand, and immediately furrowed his brows. "You're so cold."

Before I could react, he gently pushed me back inside and said, "See you tomorrow."

With that, he quietly closed the door behind him.

It wasn't until Eric's footsteps faded away that I finally snapped out of it. I could still feel the warmth of his touch on my hand, and his concerned eyes flashed in my mind. I shook my head, trying to push away those thoughts. I hurried back to my bedroom.

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The next day, after spending the morning at the studio, I quickly gathered my things and headed to Flint Group.

After registering at the front desk, I was shown to the meeting room where Eric was waiting.

"Where's the designer?" he asked.