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Chapter 49 He Who Strikes First Wins

Olivia looked at her with a relaxed expression. I can’t believe she participated in this grand fashion competition too. This will be interesting. I guess she still doesn’t know that I’m one of the judges. Really, of all the roads you could have picked, you had to pick this one—I guess you’ll get your just reward.

“Why are you smiling?” Anna felt scared when she saw the sly smile on Olivia’s face.

After all, she knew in her heart that all her designs were copied off Olivia’s works. Well, she doesn’t have any evidence. So, it’s not like she can do anything to me. Still, meeting her here… If she kicked up a fuss, it would reflect badly on me. If so, why don’t I make a pre-emptive strike against her? Thus, she looked around the room indifferently, fiddling with her phone for a bit before putting it back into her pocket.

Olivia looked at her and said in a neutral voice, “I’m laughing at how childish you are. Do I even need a team to beat you? I can handle you alone.”

Then, Anna said in an aggrieved voice, “Why can’t you let me be? Can’t we live together peacefully?”

an inexplicable vibe of a king ruling over his subjects as she said coldly, “That’s not possible. I will never be able to live beside you peacefully. Do you finally know fear now? It’s a pity that it’s too late for that. I will make you pay for everything you did to

was pleading, “Olivia, I’m begging you. I put a lot of time and effort into the design for this grand competition. C-Can we have a truce, just for today? When the grand competition is over, you can do

her gaze to look at Anna. “Anna, can you

long as you let me finish the competition, I promise I will do whatever you say later! No matter what

Standing up abruptly, she looked at Anna as if she had seen a ghost. Anna is acting too

between you and me!”

before she could take a single step. Struggling instinctively, she heard the clear sound of a slap ringing out, followed by

“Ah!”

that, she heard the sound of

Half of Anna’s face was swollen and red, and she was acting like she had been possessed by an actor’s spirit—she portrayed the very essence of a suffering, aggrieved,

said icily, “Anna, how many times are you going to pull this

allow me to finish the