Charity auctions were often ripe with landscape paintings, and they were aiming to curry favor with Imperial Gem Corporation through the back door, Whitney mused.

Tiana expressed her concern. “We need to cozy up to Mr. Lippert as well! Remember that spat you had with your nemesis at the Southern Elegance Club? The registrations are coming up, and I wonder if you’ll still be as defiant.”

Whitney wrinkled her nose in irritation. “Can we not talk about that nauseating man right now?”

“Fine, let’s talk about Monica. She’s got all your best drafts in her grip. Those are enough for Monica to enter numerous competitions and scoop up awards. Can you produce something better in such a short time?”

Whitney took a deep breath.

In the past, she had been naive. A sweet word from Simon, and she would comfort herself with the thought that she was still young, handing over her work to Monica, foolishly helping Simon elevate Monica to the status of a genius designer!

Whitney spoke with an icy detachment, “She may have the drafts, but I have the brains!”

glory Monica had stolen, Whitney vowed to reclaim

genius. It’s about time you make your comeback in the competition,”

her hand in

designs soon. How about we hit the

want

gleamed with mischief

the imposing Imperial Gem Corporation building, where Whitney was caught off guard. “Why are you taking me to our

bubbled with excitement. “We need to butter up Mr. Lippert, right? I’ve been dying to see him since you mentioned his striking good looks. There’s a jewelry exhibition

you been raised on romance novels or what?” Whitney fumed. “How can you drool

you might be

cars pulled up in front of the building, a Rolls–Royce at

adjusted his suit button with an austere elegance; his profile alone was

his face, just as striking as

crowd of onlooking women as

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