The Queen's Back

Maxwell propped up a black umbrella and walked out with his hands on Mona's shoulder. The big umbrella blocked the rain and wind, but it couldn't hide the disappointment in Mona's heart. As Maxwell trod on, leaving footprints on the flat ground, the cold rain wet the hem of Maxwell's pants and Mona's skirt. It was nippy, and the tips of her toes were cold from the wind. Someone had thrown the roses that Maxwell gave to Mona onto the floor.

They were scattered all over the ground, and the delicate petals were stained with mud, just like Mona's heart at that very moment.

Molly stood in a corner and watched as Mona and Maxwell left. She felt the pleasure of having her revenge.

'Mona, Maxwell, I'm back. This design competition is just the prelude to my revenge. I chose Molly as my name to remind myself not to forget my hatred for Mona. Nothing is going to change that! 'I admit that I shouldn't have hired someone to kidnap Mona, but I'd learned my lesson after that incident and even apologized to her. Couldn't she give me a chance? Why must she send me to prison?

'It was because of her that my parents beat me up ruthlessly and imprisoned me. That was when Lydia Reed ceased to exist and Molly Sinner took her place!' Molly wanted to settle this score with Mona bit by bit. After Maxwell and Mona got into the car, the former wrapped his hands around the latter's carefully, wanting to warm her fingers.

However, for some reason, it didn't work as well as he thought it would.

"Mona," Maxwell called her name softly. After that, he didn't know what to say to console her.

He trusted Mona, but he couldn't change the thoughts of others. The only person he could teach a lesson was the perpetrator. "Maxwell, don't worry. I'm fine. I didn't steal designs. This is the truth that can't be changed. It's just that I feel a little sad," Mona said.

The accusations of those people were echoing in her mind.

"Look, she's disqualified. I told you she copied!"

"That's a shameful thing to do. Such a person is a burden to the design industry. It's best to kick her out."

"I don't ever want to see her in any competition again."

"I still have the clothes she designed at home. I'll throw them away when I get home."

Comments like these were everywhere. All kinds of voices were reverberating around Mona's ears, and some of them were so upsetting that they made her feel suffocated.

Mona subconsciously tightened her grip on the back of Maxwell's hand. She pressed her soft fingers so hard that it left marks on the back of Maxwell's hand.

She was so angry and hateful of Molly. 'Why couldn't she just come up with her own designs? Why did she steal my designs and accuse me of copying hers? How could a thief herself call me a thief? How could someone be so mean?'

the back of Maxwell's hand, one by one, but Maxwell didn't budge. He let Mona vent the dissatisfaction in her heart, and he didn't have

suppressed her resentments, it wouldn't be good for her health, so it was better to

black car cruised on the road, the wheels rolled and splattered water onto the windows. Bean-sized raindrops hit the windshield, and the wiper was turned to the maximum. The water droplets created

on the back of Maxwell's hand, and the marks from her nails could be

subconsciously let go of Maxwell's hand and looked into

with guilt. She had never thought of hurting Maxwell. She

Mona's

again it's okay. I have thick skin and it'll recover in a while. Let's go back to the hotel and rest welf tonight

going to be a

nodded. However, if the plagiarism incident wasn't resolved, her name would still be tainted on the Internet. It would be hard for

the two of them returned to

than an hour,

about Mona's plagiarism had

Internet t was on the trending

Jane, who were far

Nathontown, knew about it.

believed that Mona didn't

on her computer and saw the post that was defaming Mona. In the night, her

of person Mona was. It was obvious that someone

defaming Mona came up one after another. A new one would pop up every time Ava deleted one.

countless people were posting about Mona, but there was only

appeared to be covertly brewing the

the bathroom by Maxwell. He turned off the lights. In the pitch-black bathroom, only glimpses of light could be seen on and off from the lightning in the sky. Only the sound of the shower could be

the frosted glass, and water slowly

hair, traced her beguiling collarbone, and went down. His hand clasped

rose-scented shower gel

the foam made Mona too shy to open her