Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 1658 What Can A Young Girl Do

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Riley was stunned momentarily.

How could it be? Did the Cultural Affairs Bureau know anything about this? How could they bring those guests here

without much preparation for such an important event? Are any of those women on the bridge professional

models? Has anyone vetted those attires carefully before the fashion show? This is not a game!

Riley was beyond enraged.

“Ms. Cooper, what's going on?”

Vivian had sensed her anger. She immediately stopped drawing, concerned.

Riley could not suppress her fury as she glared murderously at the foreign models on the bridge. “These people

came here deliberately to embarrass us. They are using their designs to vie for our trade orders.”

“Huh?” Vivian was dumbfounded upon hearing that.

Is that real? No wonder all the foreign costumes look so outstanding and exquisite. On the other hand, our local

costumes and banieres seemed ordinary and unprofessional.

She panicked. “What should we do then? So many overseas delegates are here. The trade order must be huge.”

Riley nodded. “Indeed. According to Edmund, our local economy has dropped tremendously in your father's

absence over the past three years. The country needs money now.”

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Vivian was rendered speechless.

Even though she knew nothing about a country's economy, the revelation sent her into a state of anxiety since it

was something that her father used to care about.

What should we do then? Evidently, the workmanship and designs for our costumes featured in this fashion show

are way too inferior compared to the ones specially prepared by the foreign designers. Therefore, the only

solution...

Suddenly, her eyes locked on a mother who was carrying her son in a basket on her back. Their blue attires were

made from hand-woven cloth.

Is that...

She stared at them for a long time, overwhelmed with excitement especially after she saw the limited accessories

on the mother and son. She could feel herself gasping for breath as an idea crossed her mind.

“Vivi? What's wrong? What are you staring at?” Riley asked with a confused look.

“Nothing. Ms. Cooper, please find some Elysians who are here in their tribal costumes. Try to get those with more

accessories. Then do your best to stall the show and buy me some time.” Vivian stood up and started packing her

stuff.

Elysians?

Riley's expression changed slightly upon hearing her instructions.

After all, Vivian was still upset over a man from the tribe a few days back. Why did she mention them now?

Nevertheless, she eventually did as told.

The show was about to reach its climax with more and more journalists rushing to the venue to cover the event.

Suddenly, the organizer announced the first half of the show had ended.

“Everyone, it's been an hour since the show started. Stay tuned for an exciting second half after a short break.”

The person in charge deliberately made it sound mysterious.

Even though the crowd was displeased with the abrupt break, the announcement triggered their curiosity once

again. Instead of leaving, the number of spectators grew.

After successfully stalling the show, Riley ran to find Vivian.

She discovered that more than a dozen Elysians had already gathered at their temporary base. Bewildered to see

Vivian standing in front of them, she eyed the group cautiously.

“Everyone, don't be afraid. Look at those guys out there. They are here to compete for our business, our livelihood.

You could have sold hand woven fabric, silver ornaments, and these embroideries in your hands. But now you won't

have the chance anymore,” Vivian told them.

The Elysians widened their eyes in rage and started questioning, “Why? We have been selling our goods here every

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day. How could they barge into our turf and rob us?”

Vivian displayed a smile.

“What I mean is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Of course, you can stay here and continue to do your business.

However, imagine a future where buyers flock into your tribe and you can sell ten times the number of textiles and

silver accessories in the comfort of your homes. What do you think about that?”

Everyone was dumbstruck by her statement.

The scenario had never crossed their mind.

Riley's jaw also dropped after she heard the shocking declaration.

Holy cr*p! I never thought she could be this smart!

Back then, Sabrina had been worrying that none of Sebastian's children had inherited his business talent because

her two nephews were either obsessed with research and development or being a soldier.

It turned out clueless little Vivian was the one with a brain for making money like Sebastian.

“Is there really something that good?”

“You must be joking! Why would the buyers come to our tribe? No one has ever been there before.”

The natives thought her words were too good to be true.

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