"Something with such depth, such soul—could someone like you, Hailey… really have designed it?"
The question hung in the air, deadly and piercing.
The entire lounge was dead silent.
In truth, they also felt that Hailey's design style was indeed very similar to Queen's. But just being able to imitate Queen's style was a testament to her high level of skill.
After all, every designer in the jewelry world knew how difficult it was to imitate Queen's style.
Even renowned, highly skilled jewelry designers struggled to capture even a fraction of Queen's magnificence.
And yet, Hailey's design managed to be extremely similar to Queen's style. That in itself was a rare feat.
But what did this wild woman mean by her question?
The pointy-faced designer frowned. "Hailey is so exceptional, and she's Ms. Rainsford's handpicked protégé. Who are you, an outsider, to criticize her? What do you know?"
Black Jack raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Something that even an outsider like me can see clearly, but all of you self-proclaimed professionals are blind to it."
"You!" The pointy-faced designer's face turned livid from the retort.
Hailey bit her lower lip, her shocked and uncertain eyes fixed on Black Jack without blinking.
Her mind frantically searched for any information about this woman. She couldn't remember ever seeing her before.
This woman… it seemed like she was deliberately targeting her.
Hailey suppressed the turmoil in her mind, her eyes darkening slightly as she pointed to the lounge exit. "Miss, please leave immediately! Don't make a scene and wait for security to come. You'll be the one who ends up embarrassed."
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