Chapter 179
After returning to the company, Gilda temporarily handed over all recent less important projects to Eric. She carefully studied the relevant materials of this fashion show.
Soon after, night fell.
The top–floor office of Glory Corporation was still brightly lit.
Jackson came there with a pile of files. Looking at Gilda immersed in her world through the window, Jackson’s eyes softened.
He knocked at the door, then pushed it open and went in.
As soon as he went in, he saw the design drawings scattered on the ground. Jackson bent down and picked them up one by one. Gilda, however, was biting her pen with a sad face.
Seeing Jackson, Gilda broke down her defenses.
“What should I do? Jackson, I have no inspiration to draw it.”
Jackson picked up all the design drawings, sorted them out, and walked to her. “You need to have a rest. Don’t push yourself too hard.”
Gilda pursed her lips.
“But I only have two days left.”
Jackson reached out to rub her head, then grabbed the pencil from her hand and pulled her hand. “Have a rest first. Go for a walk with me outside.”
Gilda looked surprised.
“What? Where are we going?”
Jackson showed a mysterious look and pulled her out. Gilda followed him quickly.
They took the elevator to floor Bl.
Jackson pushed her into the passenger seat. Gilda was a little confused. “Jackson, where are you taking me?”
Jackson didn’t tell her.
“You’ll find out when you get there.”
After saying that, Jackson started the car and drove out.
Looking at the buildings passing by and feeling the gentle breeze, Gilda calmed down gradually.
Chapter 179
The car drove all the way through the city and finally came to a quaint street.
Jackson found a parking space and stopped the car.
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Gilda looked around in surprise.
“Old Town? What are you bringing me here for?
Jackson turned off the engine and pulled out the key.
“Let’s go. I will take you to gain inspiration.”
Gilda glanced at him suspiciously and chose to follow him.
In the Old Town at night, there were many pedestrians, Gilda and Jackson stood side by side on the black brick road, looking incomparably harmonious from behind.
Jackson, what is that?” Gilda took Jackson’s arm and asked curiously, pointing to the crowd not far away.
Jackson took a look and explained it to her.
“That’s shadow puppetry. Do you want to have a look?”
Gilda grew up in Frencia and didn’t know much about shadow puppetry. She just saw people’s unique performance of playing behind the curtain with cardboard.
She couldn’t help asking. “Wh
are they doing?“”
Jackson pointed to the people behind the curtain and said, “You can see that they are manipulating the puppets and telling stories in popular tunes with percussion and strings. It is a kind of our traditional culture.”
Gilda nodded understandingly.
“I see. Let’s go and have a look.”
They passed through the crowd and reached the front seats. The shadow puppetry was about a famous play.
Gilda watched it very seriously.
She was obsessed with it and watched it until it was over.
“Jackson, it is really interesting.”
