Chapter 356

Once Elliot was gone, Queenie pulled a face in disgust as she scrubbed her hands with a wet wipe. "Let's go," she said to the driver.

A few minutes later, the car pulled to a stop before a beauty salon.

With her bag in hand, Queenie strolled in.

In one of the VIP rooms, there was a woman sprawled out across the bed while undergoing a full-body treatment.

"Miss Kramer," Queenie greeted.

Violet opened her eyes and waved her hand at the employee servicing her. "Leave us."

"All done?" Violet languidly asked, not even moving to sit up.

"Yes." Queenie frowned. "However…"

"What is it?"

"Elliot Watts does not look like a reliable man. I am afraid he will ruin our plan."

Violet let out a scornful chuckle. "Men like him can be pacified with some money. Anyone who can be dealt with using money is the most reliable person on earth."

Queenie did not reply to that.

Violet turned to look at her. "Is there anything else?"

"Miss Kramer, what if we get caught?" Queenie asked.

"As long as none of us say a word about it, it will be fine," answered Violet. "It is even more impossible for the person being paid to tell anyone about this either. Anyway, your teacher is one of the judges. Do you think he is happy you lost to someone else? Perhaps you are trying to say you are not confident in your skills. Well?"

"I am confident, but…"

"Confidence is everything. I am only helping you get rid of a pesky problem. Drawing according to someone else's art style is a great challenge. You must conserve your energy for the final round so that you can stomp that witch into the ground!"

At the word "witch", Violet clenched her jaw hard in anger.

forget the humiliation she suffered at the Pearson

if that is all, you may leave," Violet said. "I will inform you if

will

hummed in response. "Tell the employee to come back when you

a heave of breath before

she returned to her home, she was about to key in her passcode when she heard someone walking behind her. "Who's there?" she called out

"It's me."

slowly raised his head. It was

the door handle. "R-Ron,

in the hospital," he said. "If

competition, so I do not have time. Moreover, I am not a doctor. What

opened her door

she was about to close the door behind her, he stuck his hand in to stop the door from closing. "Queenie, is Leanna

are you asking me that?" she shot back

eventually replied, "Just… focus on the competition. Do not think

be focusing on other than the

is not what

and looked him up and down. "Why are

only think it took you a lot of effort to get to where you are today. Being honest and hard-working will not make you lose

want to say. Well, as long as she does not provoke me, I will leave her alone. I do not even want to bother

"Focus on your competition. I have to

turned around, she slammed

the people she trusted and loved decide to favor Leanna instead? Why? Why does Leanna

Paris; jobs

so why was she always a

not accept

must win The Designer Competition

the studio when she saw Daniel standing in the sun outside the studio door.

a nod. Words swelled up in her throat, but

he asked, "Do you have something you wish to say

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