Although Modesty claimed that she resigned from SG Jewellery, but everyone knew what she did.
However, Stella gave up the lawsuit and didn't seek further actions. While SG was merciful enough as
it didn’t reveal the truth to the public.
Modesty remained silent for a while after leaving SG.
But judging by her background, she might use dirty tricks in this contest.
Stella pressed her lips hearing that, "I'll pay more attention to that."
Stanford was here to remind her and he left after a brief conversation.
Stella stood there and looked at the time, why hadn't that wretched man came back?
While she wanted to wait for him outside, the person they were talking about just now approached.
That despicable looked on Modesty disappeared but was still not friendly. "Finally we meet in a contest.
I'll show you how a true designer looks like. Unlike someone whose achievements were the results of
networks behind." Modesty said.
Stella knew there was nothing good when she approached.
Stella smiled. "That's great. I on the other hand will show you the standard of a true winner."
Modesty's face stiffened slightly.
Despite wanted so much to deny, but it was an unchangeable fact that she went to Paris as Stella's
replacement.
"Sounds too arrogant."
A man behind said sarcastically.
Stella turned and saw a mixed-race middle-aged man wearing glasses with a golden frame.
Modesty lowered her head seeing him.
It seemed like he was her teacher.
Robert swept a glance at Stella, "Are you Ms. Radomil? I've seen your designs, even though it was
pretty creative, but there are plenty of creative designers in this world, one should know the value of
being humble."
Stella replied casually, "It depends on whom I'm speaking with, why should one be humble in front of a
disrespectful opponent?"
"Did you mean I don't deserve your respect too?"
"You are a senior in the design world, of course, I should respect you. But don't you think you should
behave more respectfully?"
They were already on bad terms anyway; Stella didn't care to offend them now.
Even if she chose to be silent, they won't let her go easily anyway.
She disregarded their response and walked away right after.
Robert looked at Stella's back and frowned. "How did you lose to such a person, what have I taught
you over the three years? Trash?"
"Sir you saw it, she came with Mr. Conrad, I…" Modesty replied lightly.
Robert said, "This is an open and fair contest, she can't do whatever she wants or wins with power
behind. Rest assured, the champion is yours."
Robert then threw her a glance and scolded, "Don't embarrass me anymore!"
Modesty clenched her teeth and fists, "I won't."
Stella stood at the platform outside the venue to call Clarence when she heard him from behind. "Didn't
I ask you to wait for me inside?"
Stella kept her mobile away, "I need to go back to the studio."
"Let me drive you," Clarence replied.
It was a few days ago since they last met each other, so Stella didn't reject. "What about my car?"
Clarence threw a glance at Nathan and he immediately said, "Ms. Radomil, please give me your car
key."
A lovey-dovey game.
Stella noticed that they weren't heading back to the studio. She turned to him, "Where are we going?"
"Lunch."
Stella pressed her lips. That wretched man skipped lunch again.
"Are you busy with work lately?" She asked.
"It's fine," Clarence replied.
"Why didn't you have lunch then?"
"Nothing is as good as your cooking, so I don't like them."
Stella, "..."
She blushed and asked, "Are you taking any… class lately?"
"What?" Clarence confused.
"You know… class that teaches how to utter sweet words." Stella paused and continued, "If yes, please
cancel it and save your money, or I can buy you two bottle of lubricant."
Clarence, "..."
…
After lunch, Clarence sent Stella back to her studio and left.
He was busy at work, and that was why he didn't come to see her for the past few days.
Even though the wretched man left, Stella was no better, she paid off her compulsive action just now in
the car.
Sherry approached and handed over her car key the moment she arrived. "Where did you go on a
date? The assistant brought back your car." She teased.
Stella avoided her sight and stuttered, "We… we had lunch, there's no time for date…"
And then she rushed back into her office.
But nothing skipped Sherry's sharp eyes, "Why is your lower lip torn?"
Stella,"..."
Not only the lower lip, but even her upper lip was also in pain too.
That wretched man!
"I accidentally bit on it during lunch. I have two designs to finish before today, I'm going to work on it
now." She said and fled.
Stella had no time to think about the contest, she needed to finish her works on her hands 0before
concentrating on the contest.
That night at the Steward, while she was walking upstairs, Charles called. He rarely initiated a
conversation, "Stella, Phoebe said you take part in the designer contest."
Stella smelled something fishy with his sudden concern.
She smiled, "Yes."
"I've seen your designs, it will be a sure win for you this time," Charles said.
"Thank you." Stella wanted to move but Charles continued. "If you are free tomorrow, please go
somewhere with me."
Without waiting for a reply, he added, "You should go regardless."
A question followed by an order.
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