The Steward’s house.

When Stella was about to go upstairs, Phoebe stopped her.

Stella looked back, “What’s the matter?”

“Ms. Radomil, I just want to remind you - Clarence casts covetous eyes on our Steward family. Since you believe you are one of our family, you’d better keep your distance from him.”

Upon hearing it, Stella was amused, “Ms. Steward, have you changed your approach?”

Phoebe said in a cold tone, “Listen or not, it’s up to you. If Dad knows it, he wouldn’t be happy.”

“Ms. Steward, I guess you might have misunderstood something,” Stella stood on the steps and said calmly, “I moved into the Steward’s because I want to get what I’m supposed to have. As for whom I’m with, it’s my own decision. I don’t need to listen to nobody else.”

“Ms. Radomil, before you moved in, I’ve told you. Since you are now staying in the Steward’s, you must obey our rules. It seems that you thought I was kidding with you.”

Stella retorted, “Who have made the rules? Ms. Steward, was it you? Or do you think what kind of identity made me move in the Steward’s?”

Phoebe looked annoyed, wondering if Stella implied that she didn’t have the right to make the rules in the Steward family.

Stella continued, “Since we don’t like each other, we don’t need to speak to each other when it’s unnecessary, and neither shall we fake caring or greeting. It will avoid us from a lot of trouble. Ms. Steward, what do you think?”

Phoebe sneered, “I hope you can be so self-confident in the contest as well.”

“Certainly.”

After finishing her words, Stella walked upstairs without looking back.

Watching her leave, Phoebe sneered. When she withdrew her gaze, she saw Charles standing not far away.

have you

Charles hummed, “Come over.”

at the desk, “Phoebe, I know you hate her a lot, but you

didn’t understand, “Is it because Mr.

most important.” Charles squinted, “The time hasn’t come yet. You’ll

Charles continued, “Don’t involve in the matter of the designer contest. I have my

“I got it.”

wasn’t that stupid. She knew that a lot of people were watching

hated Stella. Even if she didn’t

...

blink, a

the end product and sent over the jewelry according to the time and

she saw a group of designers bitching about

with the person in charge of this contest? Not to mention those requirements, we’re required to submit the end products according to the deadline and can’t be early or late. Now, we’ve arrived. Where are they now? Their office is even

they are the sponsor. They made the rules. We don’t have

they’ve gone too far. They even don’t respect us at all. We’re here for the contest not

the uproar raised among the designers became louder and

was placed

turned out the number of cells was the same as that of

in a low voice, “We are supposed to put our end products

designers

of them

the designers here were

could join the contest because they signed up and were filtered. However, Stella received the invitation

Nobody would feel balanced.

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