At the Beale's.Just as Sharon was about to go upstairs, Natalia called her.
Sharon turned around and asked, "What is it?"
"I just want to remind you that Jameson has always been coveting the Beale Group.Since you think
you are a member of this family, you should keep a distance from him."
Sharon thought she was being ridiculous.
"Miss Beale, are you trying to be nice to me?"
Natalia said in a cold tone, "It's up to you whether you listen or not.Just so you know, if Dad finds out
that you are close to Jameson, he won't be happy about it.”
"Miss Beale, you must have misunderstood one thing" Sharon said calmly, standing in the stairwell.
"I came to the Beale's to get what I deserve.I decide who I should be with.It's nobody else's business."
"Ms.Allyson, the first day you came, I already told you that you had to follow the Beale family's rules
when you lived here.It seems that you didn't take what I said seriously."
"Who set the rules?" Sharon asked.
"You? Did you forget my status in this family?" Natalia's face clouded up.
Was Sharon implying that she didn't have the qualifications to establish the rules of the Beale family?
Sharon continued, "Since we don't like each other, let's just not talk to each other.Fake concern and
hypocritical greetings are not necessary.This will save us a lot of trouble.What do you think, Miss
Beale?"
Natalia sneered, "I hope you still have such confidence in the competition."
"Of course, I will."
After saying that, Sharon went upstairs without looking back.
Natalia smiled sinisterly.
When she withdrew her gaze, she found Talon standing not far away.
"Dad, did you hear everything?" she asked.
Talon nodded and said, "Come with me."
After arriving at the study room, he closed the door and sat on his desk.
"Natalia, I know you hate her very much, but you just have to bear with it.When the time comes, she
will leave."
"Are you asking me to put up with her because she has Mr.Jones’ support?" Natalia asked.
"That isn't the main reason."
Talon narrowed his eyes and continued, "Now is not the time to talk about it.You will know in the
future.’’
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Talon added, "Don't participate in the designer competition.I have
other plans."
"All right."
Natalia wouldn't be stupid enough to carry out her vicious plan in person while countless pairs of eyes
were watching her at such a time.
Besides, there were many people who hated Sharon.
Even if she didn't make a move, someone else would teach Sharon a lesson for her.
A week passed quickly.
Sharon finished the design and left home to take it to the sponsor.
When she reached the office building, a group of designers were complaining about something
together.
"I really think there is something wrong with the people in charge of this competition.Let's put aside the
weird requests.They asked us to come precisely at the given time, not earlier or later.But now that
we've arrived, where are they? Their office is still locked.They intentionally tricked us, didn't they?"
"Calm down.They are the sponsor, after all.Whatever they say, we can't complain."
"But they have gone too far.They simply treat us like nothing.We are here to participate in the
competition.We don't deserve this! They sure know how to put on airs!"
The designers complained louder and louder as they grew more indignant.Sharon noticed that there
was a cabinet right outside the office.She counted.
The number of cubicles corresponded to the number of the designers.
Sharon thought for a while and reminded them, "I think they want us to put our designs there."
Hearing this, more than half of the designers looked at the cabinet.However, few of them followed her
advice.
Most of them were older and more famous than her.
All of them were able to participate in this competition through registration and screening, while Sharon
had received the invitation letter from the sponsor directly.
No wonder they were aggrieved.
Only due to her relationship with Jameson, they dissembled their dissatisfaction.
However, there was one representative in the group.
Rita glanced at Sharon and crossed her arms over her chest.
"How did you know that?"
Sharon said indifferently, "I guessed."
Rita sneered, "You guessed? What do you take us for? How could you say something so
irresponsible?"
Seeing that Rita had spoken her mind, someone echoed, "Yeah, how could you tell us to put something
so important over there just based on your guess? I don't believe the sponsor was So careless as to
store our designs in a cabinet without even doors.And you think we can just put our designs in any
cubicle we want? There isn't a single staff member around.What if someone takes it away?"
Rita added, "Exactly.We don't know why the sponsor changed the rules.Ally, why don't you enlighten
us? Tell us the truth.Did Mr.Proctor give you some inside information? If that's the case, we'll do
whatever you say.’’
Hearing this, the rest of them stopped talking, and their gazes at Sharon were filled with disdain and
disgust.
Sharon remained calm.
"You need a therapy.Persecution complex is an illness.Early treatment, early recovery."
After she finished speaking, she put the jewelry box containing her design into a random cubicle, and
then turned to look at Rita.
"I hope you have basic legal knowledge.The Proctor Group can sue you for slandering Mr.Proctor for
leaking trade secrets.You will be jailed wearing handcuffs."
Rita looked astonished and extremely embarrassed.
After Sharon left, the designers looked at each other.
More than ten minutes had passed after the said time, but no staff member had shown up.
It seemed no one was going to come.
Besides, whether Sharon got inside information on the competition from Jameson or not, she knew
him, after all.
She wouldn't be eliminated because of it before the preliminary round even started.
So, the designers figured it couldn't go wrong to do what she did.
Then, just like her, each of them put their design into a cubicle and left.
They didn't have to worry about their designs being stolen, for the drafts and finished designs had been
emailed to the sponsor.
After everyone left, a few staff members came and collected their designs into a box.
Then, they put it into the car and drove away to deliver them to the judges.
Apart from the sponsor, no one else knew whom each design belonged to.
The judges could not see the designer's name, so they could only grade the designs according to the
work.
All this was to guarantee that it was a fair competition.
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