Chapter 21 Language Barrier. The huge studio was crowded and rowdy. Brielle's assistants and bodyguards occupied a lot of space as soon as they got in. Jasper, who had been waiting for her, didn't hesitate to scold her. "What took you so long? I specifically told you not to be late. The photographer I booked is famous. He flew over from Milan. You kept him and everyone else waiting for almost an hour. "Oh, please! Give me a break. " Brielle rolled her eyes. Seeing that Jasper was dead serious, she pouted and reached for his arm. "I'm only a little late. There's no point making a fuss. Besides, the shoot is for a small brand. Don't make a mountain out of a molehill. Jasper shook off her hand. "Shut up! If you don't care about your career, why should I?". "It hasn't gotten to that, baby. I was just kidding. Don't be mad at me. You know what? I'm going to get changed right away," Brielle said, panicking suddenly. Jasper snorted and ignored her. He turned around and sat down on the sofa, waiting for the shoot to begin. It took Brielle another hour to get changed and have her makeup and hair done. She walked out of the dressing room looking more dashing. "Gosh, I can't believe I spent so much time dolling up for a small commercial. What's so good about those jewels? They aren't to my taste at all. No wonder they are low on sales. Will they—". "Cut the crap!" Jasper shut her up rudely. Brielle curled her lips with irritation. Afraid that she would ruin the shoot, he tried to explain

patiently, "For your information, those jewels aren't ordinary. The designer just won a big award. He's very famous in the fashion industry. His brand aims to be at the top of the market. It has great potential. Since you are opportune to model for the brand now, it will boost your career. Behave yourself. Only at this moment did Brielle drop her arrogant attitude. The grievance in her heart disappeared. She mumbled, "Fine. At this time, the designer and photographer came over. Both men were in their early thirties. They had deep frowns on their faces. They suddenly muttered something in Italian. Jasper didn't understand a word that they said. He snapped at his assistant, "Where is the interpreter?”. "Sir, she is on her way. I trust she will be here soon. “She's not even here yet? Fuck!". Jasper was infuriated. As the two foreigners continued to speak to him in their language, he was almost losing his mind. Suddenly, a clear female voice rang out. "They are complaining about the clothes the model has on. According to them, the outfit doesn't match the jewels. They want her to get changed into something else. Jasper turned around and saw his rival, Ariana. He was surprisingly happy to see her. He remembered that she was a polyglot who knew Italian. He reasoned that he could use her to communicate with these men. "Come here, Ariana! Tell them that the clothes they prepared are too ordinary, and that was why the model didn't put them on. "And why would I do that? Who are you to give me orders? Are you speaking to me as the second son of the Andersons or as someone else?”. Ariana inquired, folding her arms defiantly

Jasper's face darkened. "Now is not the time for this, Ariana. People are watching. We are both employees of this company. You are obligated to help your colleagues if need be, so stop being so arrogant and stubborn. ” Ariana sneered at him and then shrugged. She stepped forward and looked at Brielle from head to toe. Afterward, she tut-tutted with displeasure. "The designer is a minimalist artist. You are dressed like a Christmas tree. Can't you see that it just doesn't make sense?”. Brielle rolled her eyes and uttered sarcastically, "What do you know about fashion? It's called contrast. You know, the products are not eye- catching already. If I wear some plain clothes like I'm attending a funeral, the target audience won't spare the commercial a second glance, let alone buy the trashy products. The couple was in sync. They didn't see anything wrong with the outfit. Ariana felt the urge to explain to them. But then, she remembered that they were blockheads. She turned to look at the designer—Ivan Russo, who had been standing aside. She thought about how best to explain the current situation to him. "Well—". "Don't bother yourself, miss. I actually understand your language," Ivan piped up in Italian. Ariana's jaw dropped. That meant he heard Brielle's disparaging remarks about his designs. Ivan held a finger to his lips. "Let's keep it a secret. "My lips are sealed. Trust me," Ariana replied in Italian, nodding her head. The two smiled at each other. Then Ivan asked, "Would you like to be the. model for this commercial?"