Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free-Chapter 811 - 819: Homecoming (9)

Qiao Mo nodded and got into the taxi, planning to go home.

But shortly after getting in the car, her secretary, Lu Lu, called: "Miss, the international malls that promised to list our brand just called to cancel all cooperation."

Qiao Mo furrowed her elegant eyebrows: "What’s going on?"

"I don’t know either. I just received several calls, all wanting to cancel cooperation with us. No matter what I said, they refused to set up a counter for our brand."

Qiao Mo remained silent. NORTH’s positioning is high-end clothing, and for its initial entry into the domestic market, it must set up counters. If the malls refuse collaboration, then NORTH will have difficulty establishing itself.

Even though a substantial part of brands now rely on online sales, for high-end brands, the role and services of counters are irreplaceable by online sales. Moreover, high-end clothing, even if bought online a few times, if it doesn’t fit, the customer may lose interest in the brand.

Therefore, she primarily targeted NORTH’s sales direction at major international malls and private customization.

"President Qiao, what should we do now... If our brand doesn’t spread within half a month, we might face financial pressure."

Qiao Mo fell silent, and after a few seconds, as if something came to mind, she said slowly: "Did they say anything when refusing to cooperate?"

Lu Lu paused: "Not really, but when I asked them the reason, they were all evasive, and when I suggested increasing funds, they showed no interest."

"Okay, I got it."

Qiao Mo hung up the phone and turned to look out the window.

A few minutes later, she breathed out lightly and said to the driver: "Driver, change the destination to Caesar Hotel."

"Alright, Miss."

More than an hour later, as the sky darkened, Qiao Mo slowly stopped in front of the gates of Caesar Hotel.

The hotel remained resplendent, like a dazzling lighthouse in the twilight, emitting an unignorable glow.

She gazed at the building in front of her, somewhat lost in thought, as if recalling something.

Seconds later, she gently lowered her eyes and entered the elevator, heading straight to the twenty-eighth floor.

Soon, she stopped in front of a suite door.

Meanwhile, inside the suite, several chefs were busy assisting, with Nanny Wang, Uncle Zhong, and a few servants standing by.

Fu Nancheng seriously chopped fresh vegetables; over the years, his knife skills had become increasingly superb, and the assorted bell peppers in his hands were more beautiful than an oil painting.

Nanny Wang watched him with some heartache and couldn’t help but whisper to Uncle Zhong: "Why would the young master suddenly think of cooking in a hotel?"

"He said Madam has returned."

Nanny Wang was slightly taken aback, lightly sighed, seeming accustomed to this.

On ordinary days, extensive cleaning usually happens on some anniversaries he shares with Miss Qiao, or someone’s birthday, or the days they met, but these events mostly occurred at Nanshan Villa.

Only today, the young master unexpectedly summoned the household servants to clean at Caesar Hotel.

Actually, this hotel belongs to the young master, and this room has never been sold to the public, so cleanliness isn’t much of an issue. However, in recent years, the young master’s temper has worsened, so no one dares to speak much.

"Is today a special day?" Nanny Wang asked quietly.

Uncle Zhong shook his head: "Probably not."

Nanny Wang also couldn’t figure it out and, fearing further words would irritate Fu Nancheng, fell silent as well.

A ’knock knock’ sound came, and Fu Nancheng’s hand, cutting vegetables, paused slightly.