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    Moving in closer, Stacy jabbed a finger at Maia and said, her eyes gleaming with vicious triumph, “Stop acting. Everyone knows you’re not deaf! Maia Watson, you’re nothing but a pathetic joke! So what if the Blue Sea dress you wore at Starlight Bar was authentic? Compared to MCN’s fancy custom pieces, it’s trash! Rosanna is about to be Mrs. Ward, a member of a prestigious family. And you? Just a struggling songwriter. Do you honestly think you belong in the same world as her? People in high society wouldn’t even bother to spare a nce at someone from the entertainment industry like you! How dare you even think you’re on the same level as Rosanna?”


    “What a load of nonsense,” Pattie muttered inwardly.


    Arching an eyebrow, Pattie recalled that as the true owner of MCN, she had a hand in approving every single high-end custom order—and not once had Rosanna’s name evere up.


    A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. They seriously had the nerve to brag about MCN in front of her? Pathetic!


    Driven by a fresh wave of irritation, Pattie decided she would take pleasure in putting Stacy and Rosanna back in their ce.


    Pattie replied quickly with a mocking tone, “Really? A fancy custom piece from MCN? Where did you find that? It can’t be a knockoff, can it?” Her final words dripped with sarcasm and contempt.


    Stacy scowled, trying to figure out who the person next to Maia was. Given Rosanna’s position, the idea of a fake piece seemed ridiculous. It looked more like jealousy from someone who couldn’t afford such luxury.


    Stacy sneered, disgusted by the thought. How dared two ordinary people—likely never to taste such luxury—question them?


    She shot a look of pure disdain at Maia and Pattie, her voice cutting, “Where it came from isn’t any of your business… People like you will never know that kind of luxury. I bet you’ve never evenid eyes on MCN’s top-tier custom pieces!”


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    “Who do you think you’re talking to—” Pattie began, ready to snap back angrily, but Maia quickly raised her hand to silence her.


    Maia shook her head, signaling for Pattie to calm down. Her face remained unreadable. The taunts clearly didn’t faze her.


    Rosanna quickly adopted a sweet, innocent expression, and her voice grew soft and caring. “Stacy, that’s enough. Don’t hurt Maia’s delicate feelings.”


    A trace of smugness lingered in her eyes as she smiled elegantly. “Maia, you’re not really upset, are you? I just wanted to invite you to my engagement party. I’d love for you to be there and see my happiness.” Rosanna drew out the word “happiness,” each syble a subtle provocation.


    Stacy, always eager to please Rosanna, quickly added, “That’s right, Maia. Since Rosanna has kindly invited you, I’m sure you’ll have the guts to show up, won’t you?”


    Maia gave a small, faint smile. “Sure, I’ll attend your engagement party.”


    Rosanna froze for a moment, her face stiffening. She hadn’t expected Maia to agree so easily. A brief look of surprise shed in her eyes, but she quickly covered it, keeping her smile intact. “I’m so d you’ll being, Maia. It really makes me happy.”


    Maia gave a small smirk. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there.”


    As soon as Rosanna and Stacy were out of view, Pattie couldn’t hold back any longer. She muttered a few choice words to release her frustration and then dialed her assistant to get the list of clients who had bought high-end custom pieces.


    Finally, she frowned and turned to Maia. “Maia, that smug look on Rosanna’s face is enough to drive anyone mad. She’s clearly inviting you to make a fool of yourself at her engagement party with Vince. Are you really going to go? Don’t tell me you’re serious!”


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