The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love novel Chapter 722

Chapter 722

That assistant was also filthy rich. He learned design and planned to create his own brand, and he was here to gain experience.

Hearing Cory say that, and seeing how young Ivy was, the guy immediately laughed: ‘Kid, I know you love your little sister, but little kids shouldn’t lie.”

“Allen” the designer glared at him.

Was he crazy? Insulting Wayne’s son and daughter to their face?

“Sorry, President Silverman, he’s new here……and doesn’t understand the rules,” the designer hurriedly apologized.

“I heard you guys have a DIY design system here? Wayne asked, sounding cold

“Yes, we just introduced it.” The designer, mistaken, thought Wayne didn’t mind and nodded.

“Baby, if you don’t like those designs, why don’t you draw your own? I can help you make it come true,” Wayne said to Ivy.

Ivy wasn’t happy with Allen to begin with. How could he say her brother lied?

“Sure!” Ivy agreed without hesitation.

Soon, a new electronic drawing board was handed to Ivy.

Allen still thought he was all that: “Kid, do you know how to use it or do you want me to teach you?”

Ivy glanced at him: “It’s not hard, no need.”

Allen thought she was just showing off.

Little did he know, Ivy quickly adjusted the drawing board’s settings. In no time, Ivy started to draw rapidly based on her thoughts in her mind.

She first made a very professional draft.

She was so focused on her drawing that even her line draft showed a sense of beauty.

When finished, Ivy habitually signed her name in the lower right corner.

The designer keenly noticed those little English letters, astonished: “You are Ivie?”

“Yes.”

Ivy felt a bit shy under the intense gaze, Ivy put down the pen, returned to Wayne’s side, and looked up: “Can you do it?”

“Of course!” Wayne tapped her nose gently, and proudly said, “You’re amazing. I really admire you!”

Ivy couldn’t hide her proud expression on her face.

“Brother, do you like it?” she gently pulled her brother’s finger.

“I love it!” Cory nodded. His sister knew all of his favorites.

“Who’s Ivie?” Allen stood aside, his face was twisted.

He thought maybe the designer was brown-nosing Wayne, it was just a slightly talented girl, how could she be some great figure?