Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 133

With Eric's curious gaze on me, I smiled faintly. "Who says I can't be the designer?"

As soon as the words left my mouth, I stood up and extended my hand toward him. "I'm Shirley, the lead designer responsible for this project."

A flicker of surprise crossed Eric's face as he smiled. "I thought…"

I winked playfully. "You thought I was only here to bring in investors, didn't you?"

Eric nodded. "Indeed. You really are a woman who always manages to surprise me. Well then, I guess I'll have to stick close to you for support."

Hearing his playful remark, my mood lightened. It had been a while since I had been so carefree. The studio had been keeping me busy, and I hadn't felt this lighthearted in ages.

After our laughter subsided, we quickly shifted into business mode.

Flint Group had designated the first floor as a banquet hall during construction. However, due to the poor design standards of the company that was originally contracted to do the work, the banquet hall's layout was rigid, and the decor lacked refinement.

While it was acceptable at the time, after several decades, a renovation had become an urgent necessity.

After receiving the original blueprints of the banquet hall from Eric, I took my measuring equipment and re-measured all the areas involved.

Back in the conference room, I buried myself in the research. It wasn't until I felt an intense gaze from across the table that I finally looked up and locked eyes with Eric.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

His gaze was fixed on me with intense focus, and my heart skipped a beat.

Eric wore a faint smile, shaking his head slightly. "It's nothing. I just feel like you're different when you're working compared to when you're not."