Rebecca stopped her car outside a famous fashion gallery tower.

“Are you here to buy clothes?” Benyamin asked her.

“No, I came here to recruit a model,” Rebecca said. “Some top models come to this place every week, so it’s easy to contact them here.”

“Why do you need a model?” Benyamin said. “I think you’d easily pass for a model.”

“Haha, thanks for the compliment, but I have no interest in being a model,” Rebecca said.

“What about me?” Benjamin asked. “Didn’t you say you’d take me as a model?”

“Ah, yeah,” Rebecca wished he didn’t bring it up. She hoped that he’d have forgotten about it. “You’re going to be the male model. We’re looking for the female model now.”

“Mm, how about we use Dahlia?” Rye voiced her mind.

“Dahlia?” Rebecca’s expression changed. “Your new friend?”

“Yeah, isn’t she gorgeous?” Rye said, which made Benyamin slightly frown.

“Yes, she’s definitely good-looking, but… will she accept becoming a model?” Rebecca was doubtful because Dahlia seemed more like a reserved g