Caleb wanted her to wear something like this?
Was he seriously sick?
Xaviera Evans felt conflicted but couldn't help but make a call to Caleb.
...
At the Mamet Corporation, Caleb was lazily leaning on the couch, holding his mobile phone, his voice indifferent: "Work an extra shift in the next few days and design several outfits."
The woman hurriedly asked, "…Caleb, what kind of dresses do you need? Is it for attending some event?"
"It's not for me to wear, but for a woman. I'll send her measurements." Caleb said thoughtfully: "Four sets for each season, and deliver them by next week."
The woman gasped and smiled awkwardly: "Caleb, a total of sixteen gowns is a lot! I might not even be able to finish the sketches, let alone make the final product. Custom-made dresses have to be hand-made, so they take a long time. I really don't think I can finish these within that short period of time…"