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    Sitting on the sofa were Elora and Lise. In that moment, Katelyn couldn’t help but think how small the world truly was. Why did she keep bumping into them wherever she went?<fn67ad> The rightful source is find·novel</fn67ad>


    Selina, dressed more casually than usual, noticed Katelyn and Vincent. She gave a small nod, a quiet greeting that felt formal in the tense atmosphere. “Mr. Adams and Miss Bailey are here.”


    Elora and Lise turned at once, their gazes locking onto Katelyn with an intensity that made the air feel heavy. Elora’s expression twisted with barely concealed rage, her hatred for Katelyn burning hotter than Lise’s. She med this woman for everything—Bartley’s coldness, the way he had dismissed her pride as though it were nothing.


    Lise’s eyes, however, were filled more with jealousy than anger. Katelyn and Vincent matched in every way—how they looked, how they stood, even their presence in the room. To anyone who didn’t know them, they could easily be mistaken for a married couple.


    How did Katelyn have such an easy life? What made her lucky enough to end up with someone like Vincent? Lise’s mind was made up. She wasn’t going to hold back—she would take everything from Katelyn, piece by piece.


    Vincent caught the shift in their expressions but chose to ignore it. His attention turned to Selina as he spoke calmly, “We’ve brought the designs.”


    Selina took the portfolio from Katelyn with a casual air, but as she flipped through the pages, her expression changed. Her eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of disbelief crossing her face. These were some of the best designs she hadid eyes on in a long time.


    Each line was sharp and precise, the themes tied together effortlessly. She had already done her research on Iris’ previous works, which was why she had been so amodating during her talks with Katelyn and Vincent. She understood the kind of magic Katelyn’s designs could bring.


    But thispleted in just two days—was beyond anything she had expected.


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    Now it made perfect sense why Katelyn had reached the top of her field and why, even after a three-year break, she still had a loyal following. In terms ofmercial power, Iris could easily rank among the best in the world. In every industry, true skill always rose above everything else.


    Selina’s eyes sparkled with unmistakable admiration, her appreciationid bare without any attempt to hide it. People had started calling her a “She-Devil,” iming she had a sharp, merciless eye for detail. What they didn’t understand was that her taste was simply different—more refined. When she came across a designer with real talent, like Katelyn, she was quick to share her resources.


    “This is remarkable,” Selina said, holding up the design. “I’m truly impressed. Looks like partnering with you was the right move after all.”


    A flicker of confusion crossed Katelyn’s face, her brow furrowing slightly. Their deal with Selina wasn’t finalized yet, and they hadn’t even looked into the specifics of the castle. Why was Selina speaking as if the coboration was already locked in? Was she saying this for Elora’s and Lise’s benefit?


    It seemed so. Elora’s expression darkened instantly, her eyes narrowing as she red at Selina. Her voice dripped with dissatisfaction. “You’re really going to work with them?”


    Selina didn’t hesitate, nodding openly. “Yes, I’m really drawn to their design style and approach,” she replied.


    Elora’s eyes hardened, a cold gleam flickering across them. “In that case,” she said, “I’ll have to rethink our partnership. I need to adjust the terms and add something more—I don’t want to see her ever again.” She jabbed a finger straight at Katelyn.


    Elora had been spoiled all her life, used to getting her way without question. The incident with Katelyn rejecting her ck card had already pushed her to the edge, and Bartley’s indifference only fanned the mes. Now, Elora’s rage simmered dangerously. The only solution that seemed reasonable to her was to eliminate Katelyn from the picture entirely.


    Katelyn’s gaze sharpened, her expression unreadable but alert. She had always known Elora to be direct—a woman who wore her thoughts inly and acted on them without hesitation.


    Selina, however, found the whole exchange amusing. A spark of mischief lit her eyes, but when she spoke, her tone was as cold as ice.


    “I think you’ve misunderstood something, Miss Williams,” Selina said, her voice steady but firm. “We haven’t signed any contract yet. And just so we’re clear, I’m the client. You’re the contractor. That means I’m the one who gets to set the terms, not you.”


    Though her tone remained polite, Selina’s words struck hard, stripping away any illusion of power Elora thought she had.


    Elora’s expression shifted instantly, her eyes turning cold and dangerous. “You!”


    Why were all these people daring to stand against her? Did they want to die?


    Her eyes burned with fury as her thoughts spiraled into darker ces.


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