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    The sudden voice caught the attention of the other diners in the restaurant, turning heads toward it. But when they realized it was Selina, most quickly returned to their meals, all except for Katelyn, who continued to watch her intently.


    Their response showed that Selina’s reputation was well-known, as was her sharp temper.


    Selina’s eyes narrowed as she scanned the room, her gaze as cold as ice.


    “Don’t you get it? Sometimes silence says more than words. It’s not that hard to understand,” she said, her voice light butced with sarcasm.


    Max clutched at her clothes, her voice unsteady as she tried to speak.


    “I know my design isn’t perfect. It has its ws. But I’m just hoping you can give me some advice. I’m sorry to bother you, but if my work isn’t acknowledged, my parents will force me to leave the design industry.”


    Max’s voice wavered, thick with emotion. As she revealed her struggle, it was clear she was battling her parents, barely managing to pursue her passion. Time was running out for her, and that was why she had taken the chance to seek out Selina.


    Quinter, sensing an opportunity, quickly stepped in to add his voice.


    “I know you’re the best, and that’s why we’re here seeking your expertise. I’ve been in this field for years, and I’ve never encountered anyone as talented as Max at her age. She’s so young, and it would be devastating to see her dreams shattered.”


    Katelyn’s brow furrowed slightly as she listened, sensing something amiss in his words but unable to pinpoint exactly what.


    Selina’s gaze remained cold and unmoved. “And how’s that my problem?” she asked, her voice t and indifferent.


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    Quinter’s confidence wavered, and a flush of embarrassment crept up his face.


    “If you recognize her talent, her parents might allow her to keep pursuing design. She—” Quinter began, but Selina cut him off, her tone as sharp as a knife.


    “Her parents are right. She doesn’t have what it takes to be a designer.”


    Max looked frozen, tears spilling down her cheeks.


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    Refusing to give up, Quinter quickly pulled out a folder and flipped through it, desperate to change Selina’s mind.


    “Please, just take a look at her designs. They’re extraordinary—wless, even. I’ve never seen someone so young create such outstanding work. She’s destined to be a rising star in the design world.”


    Katelyn’s frown deepened as the uneasy feeling finally made sense.


    Quinter and Max were trapped, driven by their desperation to keep her dream alive. Their determination was understandable. But Selina had already dismissed them. Pushing further would only irritate her more, likely making things worse.


    Their desperation was all too clear.


    As anticipated, Selina didn’t spare the designs a single nce. With a careless flick of her wrist, she sent them skidding across the floor. The papers scattered like leaves in a gust of wind, one drifting gently to rest at Katelyn’s feet.


    Katelyn crouched to retrieve it, her fingers lightly brushing the paper as she felt the gravity of broken dreams settling around them.


    Selina’s eyes narrowed with impatience, her voiceced with disdain. “I’ve made myself clear. Her parents are right. She isn’t destined to be a designer. If you keep pestering me, I’ll have security escort you out.”


    The designsy abandoned, and with them, thest glimmer of hope in Max’s eyes flickered out, leaving her gazing into the void of a dream extinguished too soon.


    Her career in design was over before it had even truly begun.


    Quinter, stunned by Selina’s harshness, stood rooted to the spot. After a moment of stunned silence, his shock gave way to anger. “Everyone sees you as a legend,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “But they don’t know how cold and cruel you actually are. You began as a designer yourself. You understand the struggle, especially against family opposition. You have the chance to lift others up. Why would you choose to crush their dreams? How could you?”


    Selina leaned back in her chair, a frosty, mocking smile curling at her lips. “And why should I help anyone? Just because someonees to me with a sad story, should I be obliged to guide them and lift them up?”


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