Chapter 60

"How could this happen... How could this possibly happen..." she muttered to herself, her eyes wide with confusion and fear.

Without wasting a second, Suzan grabbed her phone and dialed Mitchell.

Meanwhile, the press conference was buzzing with excitement. Someone called out, "Hey, the one who promised to get down on your knees and apologize- now's your chance! Let's see your performance!"

Laughter erupted around the room.

The reporter who had made the bold claim earlier slunk away, red-faced.

After the conference wrapped up, Effie was getting ready to head home when her phone rang. It was Mitchell.

"Effie, did you do this on purpose?" Mitchell's voice was tight with anger, barely restrained.

Effie's tone was cool and distant. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

designs, didn't you? You set a trap and let her walk right into it! Effie, when did you become so

Effie he used to know had

out a short, bitter laugh, her eyes flashing with irony. "Really, Mitchell? Suzan chose to steal my designs. All I did was make sure I was protected. Was I supposed to just sit back

was almost laughable that Mitchell would dare to question her

a perfect match-neither of them had a

quickly pressed on, his voice harsh. "You could've exposed her sooner. Why wait until now? Do you have any idea

I hadn't gathered evidence, I'd be the one being torn apart online right now? My reputation would be in ruins. Isn't that what you

Mitchell fell silent.

only seen Suzan's misery and felt a flicker of pity. But the

one to

Effie continued, “Mitchell, Suzan dug her own

because you know Lyman doesn't mean anything- he's only having a little fun with you. One day, you'll come crawling

a soft, dismissive laugh. "Don't worry. Even if

that, she

of relief washed over her. She

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