"Don't forget, your status now is all because of me. I built the Olson Group from scratch! I poured three years of blood, sweat, and tears into the Olson Group. Where was Keira then, huh? I set you up for success and brought you fame and fortune, and now you let my little sister Keira reap the rewards. What gives? No one understands my disgust for Keira and her mother better than you do!"
"She's always saying she loves you, right? Why not just let everything revert back to how it was, let your sweet, kind Keira struggle with you once again. She's the famous Rosanna, compared to me being accused of plagiarism, it would be a walk in the park for her to start over, right? Since you've chosen her, give me back everything that's mine, including all of my past, everything! Erase every trace of my past! Enjoy all the goodies I've brought you without a care in the world!"
"As for whether this is all part of my plan..."
Chloe's gaze pierced through Lance, her face wearing a cold, even cruel smirk.
"At the award ceremony the day after tomorrow, you'll get the answer you wish for!"
Lance's face turned sour. Chloe had warned him a long time ago about her plan to take down the Olson Group, but he never took it seriously.
Now she brought it up again, and without hesitation told him – the company was going down! How was that even possible?
Everyone was optimistic about the future of the Olson Group, how could it possibly go under?
Keira's work had been a success, which was a fact. He had put her designs into production early, how could he possibly lose money? Even if Chloe had a plan, what could she do?
This was an international competition, she didn’t have the power to decide anything, right?
He reassured himself, speculating on what Chloe would have done, but he had no clues.
He was totally in the dark!
Maybe Chloe was just bitter, blaming him, using words to provoke him...
But every time he thought of Chloe's expressions and his understanding of her, he felt like he wouldn’t really waste her time saying all this to him.
His brows furrowed tighter, his face tense and nervous.
Chloe stepped into the elevator, rubbing her wrist that was just squeezed by Lance, her gaze icy. She guessed Lance was still trying to figure out why.
He was probably wondering what she was planning to do at this award ceremony!
Huh...
Back in her room, Chloe sat on the couch, composing herself, speechless at the emotions Lance had stirred up in her.
She checked her phone, calculating the time. It was not dawn yet in her hometown.
She left in a huff, so even if she wanted to contact Damon, she didn’t know what excuse to use.
Anyway, she would just wait for him to contact her first.
Thinking about Damon not delivering her dress as promised, she couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed.
She searched online for well-known local clothing brands, hoping to find a suitable dress, but no matter how she much she searched, she couldn’t find one that she liked. In her mind, a dress designed by Damon would be perfect, now other dresses couldn’t satisfy her, even though she didn’t know what Damon's designed dress looked like.
She planned to go shopping tomorrow, but time was tight...
Despite her resentment, she got up, preparing to take out her laptop from her suitcase to check some documents. However, when she opened her suitcase, she found a black box inside.
Opening it curiously, her eyes were instantly drawn to it. On the white fabric laid a piece of paper, there was familiar elegant handwriting on it.
"Don't be mad, dear."
Chloe's heart raced. Her face turned red at the words on the paper. He had never called her "dear" before. She couldn’t imagine what she would be like if he said it out loud.
She put the note aside, carefully taking the dress out of the box. Chloe's eyes lit up with excitement.
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