Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 233

Chapter 233

Marilyn came to a halt, taking a deep breath. 'Is this a joke? Am I being petty?' she wondered.

She looked at the woman blocking her path. "Olivia, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"We're just chatting... Why so worked up? I'm just curious how someone who didn't even deserve to serve me in the day managed to become the chief designer of La Reverie. Just sharing tips, that's all," she mocked Olivia Reed crossed her arms, her low V-neckline revealing a generous amount of cleavage. "Maybe you can teach us a thing or two about whatever shady tricks you used."

Her words dripped with sarcasm.

This wasn't about exchanging ideas. It was clearly about humiliating Marilyn.

"Move," Marilyn said, forcing down the urge to curse as she ground the words out through clenched teeth.

Her image now represented La Reverie. She couldn't afford to embarrass Ophelia. She'd endure it for now.

"Humph... Feisty, aren't you? Big enough to do it, but not big enough to admit it?" Olivia stepped in her way again, radiating the kind of smug defiance that practically screamed. 'What can you do about it?' she wondered. Marilyn frowned, tilting her head to look at the woman before her. Her eyes were red with anger.

She didn't think she had done anything wrong.

Taking another deep breath, Marilyn swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue and prepared to walk around her.

"No need to rush off... What's the matter? Now that you're a chief designer, you think you're too good for old classmates like us?" Olivia taunted, her tone dripping with mockery.

Marilyn couldn't hold back any longer. "Don't block the way."

"Who are you shouting at? With manners like yours, how do you even deserve to be here? Olivia retorted. She wasn't pleased that Marilyn, a girl with no family background, stood out so much at school. Marilyn was top of their class, campus beauty despite her humble roots, and got a full scholarship. Everything Marilyn had achieved was something Olivia could only dream of.

And now, less than a year after graduating, Marilyn was already making waves in the fashion design world.

'Why?' Olivia roared inwardly.

"She doesn't need your approval to be here." A calm voice rang out from behind Marilyn.

Ophelia walked over at an unhurried pace, her steps perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of the piano music in the background.

"Ophelia!" Marilyn broke free of Olivia's grasp and ran to Ophelia's side.

All the unease Marilyn had been feeling vanished in an instant. Seeing Ophelia felt like finding her anchor in a storm.

Ophelia cast a brief glance at Marilyn. A moment ago, she had looked downcast and dispirited, but now her eyes sparkled like stars at the sight of her.

reminded Ophelia

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into La Reverie for your talent. Why

low profile that you let others walk all over you... isn't that a slap in my reputation?" Though her words sounded like criticism, Marilyn felt

It won't happen again," Marilyn

up, there was nothing to

moment she saw Ophelia, she

knew exactly that Ophelia was the founder of La Reverie and an untouchable figure in the design world.

don't you tell me what qualified you to be

on avoiding conflict that she hadn't even

Olivia, a mere designer for a small brand, got invited to an

Olivia's face made her wonder if there was more to it. Olivia swallowed nervously. "Of course, I'm qualified

into that one,'

Huxley Fashion before. As far as

a nearby sofa. "Phoebe, you're the head of Huxley Fashion. Do you recognize

expected Ophelia to notice where she was sitting, let alone call

out.

stunned silence, Phoebe

warmly before turning to give

if she has an invitation, she must have been cleared to attend," Phoebe said tactfully, careful not to

do have an invitation! I do!" Olivia blurted, though her anxious demeanor

scene.

few minutes later, a staff member entered the room accompanied by security. They approached Olivia directly.

upon

found to be counterfeit. We'll have

panic. The moment

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erupted in stifled

was supposed to be

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weren't good enough wouldn't even make it

part of the latter

just moments ago now wished she could bury her head in the ground. Marilyn finally felt the

me for not speaking up on

her tone casual. "Why