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?'

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

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

the windshield, and the wiper was turned to the maximum. The water droplets created a blur effect that was somehow captivating. A moment later, Mona snapped out of her thoughts and subconsciously looked at Maxwell's

Maxwell's hand, and the marks from her

of Maxwell's hand and looked into Maxwell's amber eyes. "I'm sorry

thought of hurting Maxwell. She did

Mona's

while. Let's go back

It's going to

nodded. However, if the plagiarism incident wasn't resolved, her name would still be

two of them returned

less than

about Mona's plagiarism had

Internet t was on

who

Nathontown, knew about it.

message to Mona, saying that they believed that Mona didn't plagiarize and asking Maxwell to stay with

her computer and saw the post that was defaming Mona. In the night, her heart was burning with anger. She

well what kind of person Mona was. It was obvious that someone was

pop up every time Ava deleted one. Some even questioned the authenticity of

seemed that countless people were posting about Mona, but there was only

appeared to be covertly

the lights. In the pitch-black bathroom, only glimpses of light could be

the frosted glass, and water

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

moment later, he applied rose-scented shower gel all over her

of the foam made Mona too shy to