I looked at Harris with wide-open eyes. "Are you serious?"
"Of course!" Harris nodded seriously. He looked around and then said in a low voice, "Mrs. Anderson is a hard nut as famous as Carroll's grandmother. Sorry for you."
I collapsed on the sofa. I stared at the contract, lost in the thoughts.
I knew that Jessica was up to something bad, but her trick still shocked me.
However, I didn't want to be a designer at all.
There wasn't a major of embroidery in Costsley University.
Who would give up the college life for embroidery? I wouldn't, at least.
What a paranoid Jessica was!
"There's something more!"
Harris leaned over with a mysterious look on his face. "Mrs. Anderson was the champion in a national boxing match when she was young."
"She is over six fee
