Triplets’ Mighty Mom

Chapter 178

Chapter 178 Celebratory Drinks Before Sarah could finish her words, Lyla was already annoyed at her actions. “Why did you run?

Didn’t I ask you to stroll over and take a casual look? You looked like you were going to steal

something. What if they returned and bumped into you?” Sarah waved her hands. “They won’t be

back.” Confused, Lyla blurted out, “What?” Her hands clasped on her knees, Sarah panted for some

time before she resumed talking. “They are sold out. Not one item was left.”

The news shocked Lyla, and her eyes widened. “What did you say? They are really sold out?”

Nodding, she was shocked by the sight as well. Even though it was her guess to begin with, she never

took it seriously because the possibility of selling out on the first day was close to nil. She recalled the

opening day of Lyla’s studio when they had sold about five items. Back then, Lyla even thought that it

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was a decent result. How could Camila’s studio sell out within half an hour? Lyla stumbled onto the

sofa. Although the billboard ads across the city were indeed good marketing for Camila, the speed at

which the items sold out was mind-boggling. “How many items did they prepare?” She asked numbly.

Sarah answered, “They had at least twenty items on their mannequins, but the total amount of products

is definitely more than whatever is on the mannequins. Anyway, there’s nothing left on the

mannequins.” Lyla’s soulless eyes wandered over to the studio across the street. She recalled that she

had prepared about forty pieces of work for her studio opening. Judging by Camila’s grand opening,

Camila must have had more than twenty pieces in stock. Camila showed no mercy.

At the hotel, the banquet was nearing an end. As the host, Camila had to go around and toast the

guests. Although she was a good drinker, two hours of toasting the individuals made her tipsy. Her

footsteps were unsteady, whereupon she lost her coordination and almost toppled over. Thankfully,

someone grabbed her at that moment. In a moment of panic, she turned around to look at her lifesaver

before breaking into a smile. “Silas?” Silas was frustrated. “I know you’re a heavyweight, but you can’t

go on like this. It’s fine to down a glass at each table, but you can’t toast every single guest!” Her

cheeks flushed and her gaze hazy; she squinted her eyes into a crescent shape with a smile. “I’m

happy!”

He took her arm and pampered her, saying, “I know you’re happy today. Leave the rest to me. Please

take a seat.” She fired back, “No. I can’t be unfair. There’s only one table left. I can do it!”

“What if I toast them on behalf of you? Is that fine?” Silas wanted to reach a compromise. Camila

blinked her eyes at him in the middle of a daze and shook her head. “No.” Silas frowned. “Why not? I’m

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one of the stakeholders.” Why did she have to keep him at arm’s length? Camila knitted her brows in

response and sternly reasoned, “You will have to drive later.”

Upon hearing that, Silas was defeated. “That’s not a problem. I’ll have Xavier pick us up later.”

She nodded in approval. “Well, that works.” He found it frustrating and funny that she was reluctant to

take his advice. Leading her to the final table, he noticed that the guests were all close acquaintances.

Due to their close relationships, everyone could tell that Silas was ready to toast on behalf of Camila.

Therefore, those who did not plan to drink insisted on toasting Camila for fun. The first one to joke

around was Marcus. Stealing a look at Silas, he raised his glass at Camila with a smile. “Camila, you’re

the boss because it’s your opening day. I’ll toast you. I’m not going to repeat the cliche well wishes

because I know that your business will do well. I shall wish you good companionship and happiness.”

She beamed at him. “Thanks, Marcus.” The next second, she lifted her glass in an attempt to down the

alcohol. Seeing that, Silas grabbed her glass and explained, “Camila had too much to drink. I’ll take this

for her.” Marcus smiled slyly. “Hey, that’s against the rules! I know that you hold stakes in the studio

business, but you’re different from Camila. You can drink on her behalf, but you’ll have to do double!”