Thalassa was thunderstruck; the recorded conversation was an outright setup to frame her!

The voices were familiar, too familiar. Thalassa was certain she knew them both.

She turned to Zoey, her eyes blazing with disbelief and rage.

The man's voice... it hit her. It was Lance, Zoey's boyfriend!

She had only met Lance once at their graduation party, heard him speak just that one time, but Thalassa could never forget Lance's voice, especially when he was with Zoey. There was no mistaking it!

Zoey, under Thalassa's accusatory gaze, lowered her head, her eyes darting everywhere, clearly panicked.

Her hands clenched, her thoughts a tangled mess.

What was Lance thinking? Hadn't he promised there would be no trace, that nobody would ever find out?

was there a

palpable

"Why should we dance to the tune of the

that moment, Zoey genuinely hesitated about going

yourself? You've been designing for years, but you're still unknown. This competition is your chance to shine. It's being broadcast live, covered by

"But why can't I dream of winning on my

a lesson. You didn't clinch first place even then; how do you expect

torn, her passion for design clashing with the harsh reality

represented a golden opportunity for

indefinitely for another chance

support of the Sinclair Group and Lysander, a once-dominant

a brief pause, Zoey made up her mind, "Okay, I'll start working

had her own design ready, and she had the means to produce jewelry. Replicating a set of

her, "Just

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