"Abby's dresses for tonight are right there. Please get them ironed and help Abby on." The colleague said to Savannah as she pointed to the hangers for temporarily holding clothes. Then she went to another room to continue her own work.

Abby noticed them and looked up.

"Hi, Abby." Savannah greeted Abby with a polite smile.

"Oh, Miss Schultz. I know you. You altered my dress last time," said Abby absently as she glanced at Savannah with an unfriendly look in her brown eyes.

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Savannah could sense Abby's latent hostility towards her. Though she had helped Abby to avoid trouble in the hotel that day, Abby seemed not grateful at all.

"Yeah, it's me. Just call me Savannah." Savannah kept grinning.

"You're working for Zagreb Film now, right?"

"Yes," Savannah replied patiently, standing in place. She just wanted to hurry up to iron the clothes, but Abby was still talking, and she couldn't leave.

"That's amazing. It's a bit difficult to get into Zagreb Film's design department. Your performance in the hotel that day was also very outstanding. I thought you're an experienced dress designer before I met you! But the dress you're wearing today... looks a bit low-class." Abby eyed her from head to foot, harshly and defiantly.

Savannah took a look at herself in the large pier-glass not far away. It was true that the dress was not as expensive as what the three female artists wore in front of her.

Their dresses were obviously from international brands in the latest fashion.

The blue dress in Abby was even a limited edition.

Though Savannah's black dress was a little old-fashioned, it was okay.

Had she done anything to offend this big star?

Before Savannah could figure it out, Abby continued. "Is it because our assistant designer was underpaid? Can't you afford a better dress? Did your boss tell you that you should dress well for this occasion? Anyway, you can let me know next time if you have nothing to wear. I'll give you a better one."

Her tone was soft and gentle, but there was mockery in every word she said.

Annie and Donna looked at each other and immediately knew that Abby didn't like this assistant designer.

"Since you're a member of Zagreb Film now, you should not have dressed so poorly on this occasion. You'll humiliate the company." Donna said in a casual voice.

"Are you the main designer responsible for My Girl? If you even can't dress well, I wonder if you're quantified in your job.. You know, My Girl is the most expected new series this year." Annie was even more ruthless.

Abby didn't stop them but looked at Savannah with an indifferent smile.

"Let me just interrupt you a minute," Savannah blurted out, frowning at their scornful words.

"I want to correct both of you. Costly clothes are not necessarily good. Even if your dresses cost more than ten thousand dollars, they look cheap when they don't suit you. Besides, the relatively cheap dress of a small brand sometimes is not a bad choice for the girl with class. I mean, it's a person's temperament that matters more so than the price of her dress."

Donna and Annie did not expect the young assistant designer would answer back. They stared at Savannah with disbelief.

Was she saying that they lacked class, so the dresses on them look cheap even if they were expensive?

"What do you mean? You want to teach us how to wear it?" Annie rose to her feet, angrily, her voice shrill.

"I don't mean it." Savannah shrugged dryly.

At this moment, the door was knocked, and a man's voice temporarily broke the awkwardness.

"Hey, Abby, you're having fun here."

Turning, Savannah saw a tall, elegantly dressed man coming in. From his white custom suit and pleasant appearance, he should be a noble young master from a wealthy family. But there was a kind of flirtatious evil in his manner which alarmed Savannah.

Abby's eyes lit up when she saw the young man. She rose with a charming smile, "Andrey, nice to see you. You look cool today."

"Hi, Andrey. Why don't you enjoy yourself on the deck?" Annie and Donna immediately got up to greet the coming man. They seemed to have forgotten they were arguing with Savannah, and their faces beamed with a dusky blush.

Savannah had heard the name of the man. Andrey Murray, a handsome, cynical waster, was the youngest son in the Murray family, which had made a considerable sum of money from real estate deal. His family was one of the richest families in LA, and many young ladies and female stars kept throwing themselves at this rich young man. Andrey, of course, never let them down. He was good at flirting with different women and lavish in spending money for them. It was said that he changed her girlfriend every week. Rumors of a love affair between Andrey and Abby had been circulating for a long time.

Today, obviously, Andrey came here for Abby.

Savannah didn't really care about gossips in the entertainment circle. She just heard her colleagues talking about Andrey and Abby these days.

It was no wonder Abby and the two female stars paid court to Andrey when they saw him.

Even if they couldn't marry the rich young man, they could be given more chances or benefited from his connections when they got his attention.

"It's too boring on the deck, so I come down and look for you," Andrey said as he sat down beside Abby, but his eyes fell on Savannah in front of him.

Abby noticed his absence and gritted her teeth. Mr. Sterling lost his temper to her because of this small assistant, and now her lover was attracted to this little bitch too?

Andrey looked at Savannah and asked Abby with a smile, "oh, your company signed a new artist?"

"Andrey, she's just an assistant designer who comes to iron Abby's clothes, not an artist," said Annie at once.

"Really?" Andrey sized Savannah up viciously. "It's a proper pity such a beautiful and clever girl should be an assistant designer. As long as she's given a chance, she'll definitely be popular!"